Outsider

I do not belong.
The bright colors of laughter taunt me
As I shuffle through the day, tones of gray
Clouding vision and mind, leaving a mono-shaded world
That I trudge through.

I have never belonged.
Always on the outside, watching as people
Dashing by, weaving connections into a warm blanket
Leaving me to shiver in loneliness

Outsider, outcast,
Unsure how to belong,
Unsure if I truly wish to belong,
The inner me, hidden like a changingĀ caterpillar
Always covered in masks and costumes,

Ever changing always hiding,
Outcast, through and through,
I wonder if I’ll truly belong.