I’m not part of the club
They look upon me with scorn
It’s abundantly clear
And yet, I don’t mourn
Not that I haven’t tried
To measure up, but I’ve failed
Awkward as I am
They watch with glee as I’ve flailed
Just be yourself
So they say, and they lie
For to bare your own soul
Is the worst way to die
So then try to fit in
Laugh at all of their jokes
Hide yourself in their shadow
Until one of you chokes
Be false, and ascend
To that fools paradise
But understand the illusion
Must come at a price
To thine ownself be true
Doesn’t play in this sphere
Noble, and perhaps right
It rings hollow in here
But those of us different
Are the shapers of time
We’re the loneliest of sorts
But we taste the divine
So when you feel outside
Like a misfit puzzle piece
Please know what that means
Be yourself, never cease
Seek a truth that’s within
Find your passion and know
That the world is not ready
But through you, shall it grow
Think Pray Repeat 
Derrik, I really feel this. Thank you for sharing it. And I want you to know, you haven’t failed anything.
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Thank you, Sue! I appreciate that, it means a lot coming from you. I won’t lie, this hurt a bit to write, but it was a good hurt. It isn’t about any one situation, or even about me necessarily, I’ve just been in that dark place enough to feel this needed to be said. Hopefully it finds someone else out there who may be feeling the same way. They should know that they are not alone, and that they are enough.
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