I never came from a mould, Why would I go into one?

Sometimes I feel sad
Sad to see the lies
Sad to hear the lies
Sad to feel the lies
But,
Happy not to live a lie

Sometimes I feel happy
Happy to see the truth
Happy to hear the truth
Happy to feel the truth,
But,
Sad not to fake a life

I don’t belong, I don’t fit in

I’ve often told myself

Now I know,

Of course I don’t fit it

But,

I definitely belong, if only to a few

Why would I fit in?

Now I ask myself

I never came from a mould,

Why would I go into one?

– Nim –