I don't quite have the right sides to fit in. Maybe if I had straighter edges, less curved parts that stick out and show me off to the world. I attempt to remould, change attitudes and behaviours all to get those straight lines. Then, only then will l fit in.
The point is that we don't fit neatly into this world. I have a lot of rough edges and no matter how many times I sand them back, they return. These battle scars show my journey. It wasn't easy I can tell you. Should I tell you? If I do will you discard me as the missing piece from another puzzle, the one that noone else seems to fit?
I don't want to surround myself with that shame but I need to try something. I'll tell you a story about my rough sides and all. Maybe you have what it takes to remove the sharp edges, the ones that snag on memories gone by, the ones that keep me stranded. You can help me move, help me feel, help me fit in and feel at home in my own little strange world.
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