January 26, 2006


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.

Posted by dichroic at January 26, 2006 01:21 PM

A very apt description of the way I am most of the time.

Posted by: Denver doug at January 26, 2006 03:00 PM

I've felt that way too... nice poem.

Posted by: Mechaieh at January 26, 2006 04:37 PM
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