“fitting in” is not something i’ve ever been good at.
it’s like, when everyone is born they get a guidebook,
one that tells them about how to be
but no one ever handed me one; they must’ve ran out of copies by then.
so now, i’m clueless
left in the dark, without even a match to guide me.
some people say that “fitting in” isn’t for everyone;
that i shouldn’t worry,
i’ll find like-minds someday.
but someday’s just like tomorrow—
always floating ahead,
a possibility on which to never be relied.
but “fitting in” is not my forte
and i guess some people are better off alone.