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.