Stand back and wave as the world passes by

Like a spectator at a parade, waiting to see

What will come next? Float, marching band?

Does it matter?

Not quite part of any group,

But not separate either.

An enigma

Not quite black, not quite white

Just a confusing mixture of not quite.

Even amongst like-minds there is no place

No group, no matter how eclectic has room for

The walking contradiction:

both feminine and masculine

both realist and dreamer

both optimist and pessimist

No one knows how to handle the mix

I know my worth,

It is society that is unable to accommodate me.

All the self-assurance in the world doesn’t make a space available.

Somehow not a comforting thought

When at the end of the day, I have my stuffed animals for companions

At the end of the day it is only the animals that don’t judge.

Why then do I yearn for society to accept me?

I won’t compromise who I am

But the only way for acceptance is to abandon my morals

To bend into a shape I long since lost the ability for.