Shapes

Sometimes we don't fit in because we aren't the right shape.

Love me tender,

love me true,

Words that were sung by you. 

A monster here,

a monster there,

protecting me

at every turn.

I kept wandering into circular rooms.

So bright, 

so happy,

I was not wanted there.

I was scared

no in fact I was terrified. 

Light bounced in all directions

but my lovely monsters

the ones that have wired my brain

to miss them

to love them,

they came to my rescue

and even in the circular rooms,

they found me a corner.

A corner with which I could hide

and be forgotten by the others.

Being noticed,

it's not something I'm used too.

When I am,

I get scared.

Sometimes I cry,

because I know

that with being noticed

comes the rejection

of that person

wishing they hadn't noticed me,

and wishing that I hadn't been there at all.

Thank the lord,

Thank the monsters

to bring in the

odd objects obscuring

the light 

so it creates a shadow

in the corner 

so I may be protected.

No matter where I go, this corner is there.

It gives me a chance to see the circular room,

and as always,

I run to the corner,

preferring to observe.

I watch them laugh,

I watch them dance,

making foolish decisions.

But I lay back

completely relaxed

watching the animals

dance their funny little show. 

I do not understand them,

and they do not understand me.

But that is okay, 

for there are shapes for everyone. 

Shapes we all feel comfortable in.

Shapes within shapes

so we do not feel alone. 

Author's Note

This didn't end up being the poem I originally intended to write...
It had a point, but along the way I lost it and it became something different.
Oh well...

Reviews

[Rich Kolasa]

I loved the bit about finding you a corner in a circular room. great imagery.

[uTitta]

its weird
actually reading
no
seeing your poetry
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