Finding the Place.

Walking through the queue

Shake my head, nothing to lose..

In the midst of the activity, I’m just a face

I don’t really belong in this place.

 

Eying the ground, shunning the world,

For it has shunned me first.

I’m just that ordinary girl,

And I feel like I’m about to burst.

I really don’t belong in this place.

 

Hope just a miniscule voice in my mind,

I trudge through the crowds,

Making my way through the midst of the confusion.

I’m the person pushed and pulled, left behind,

Me the soft one, them the loud.

This place, I don’t really belong in.

 

Deaf to the insults, innuendos, slights,

I’ve trained myself to ignore them.

Grown used to the feelings of invisibility and aloneness,

I hide in the shadows of shyness.

My insecurities keeping me from shining my lights,

And I let myself be pushed around and forgotten once again.

Not belonging in this place.

 

Stop! Enough! I’m sick of this same old thing!

Stop ignoring me!

I’m pleading all of you to change, just so I can fit in!

Let me talk, so I can explain myself!

But after drowning in the eagerness to be worthy all those years,

I finally realize something.

You won’t change, and I won’t adapt.

So, I’ll search for another place to exist more happily,

In the arms of the Beloved.

 

This is the place in which I do not belong,

But, no matter, I’ve found the place I do.

 

Reviews

[nathan]

I love how it ended because honestly, I was beginning to get anxious on the persona's behalf. And this poem's so real to me because it best describes how I've been