I spent years, painstaking and arduous, aching
to fit in
working
to fit in
Only to find fitting in
ached more
once I had achieved that elusive and unworthy state
Trying to be good, to behave
like normal
Now you see me
You think you know
my careful middle class childhood
The love that surely showered over me
the joy at my successes
the comfort at my failures
Ha, you are a fool
These are roles we play, the bunch of us
The aching ones
The ones who have bound the pieces of themselves in a
careful cloth
to craft some semblance of truth
from whatever we have survived.
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