I do not fit.
Things are not right.
And yet I would not say
That I felt like
A square peg
Trying to fit
A round hole.
I chose my path; I walked my ways
I would not pick a clear misfit.
What I am, I think
Is a round peg
Trying to fit in
A round hole.
Only the hole
Is too small
Or too big
Or maybe the sides are rough and leave splinters.
A very apt description of the way I am most of the time.
I've felt that way too... nice poem.
Posted by: Mechaieh at January 26, 2006 04:37 PM