I'm not you.
I don't see dark gray as you do;
My world is differently colored.
All my life, you've taken a square,
And shoved it into a round hole;
Something needed to change,
And naturally I was the victim.
Now I'm a square with two corners shaved off -
I stick out
Too round for a square
Too round to be normal
Too edged to be a circle
Too edged for normal.
I toss and turn,
Deciding which side dictates me…
…A third corner shaved off -
I'm no longer my own mold.
Children are the coloring books
That their life is spent coloring.
I'm a child too,
But mine is already filled in.