The Misfit…
Amidst the crowd
Alone I stand,
Just like a visitor
In a foreign land.
Their bonds are tight
But I feel left out,
As a complete stranger
Filled with doubt.
Their laughter sounds
Like a delicate song,
But in their melody
I don’t belong.
I look for a place
Longing to find,
A sanctuary for my
Wandering mind.
