Nothing fits me, and it’s not about my clothes.
Nothing fits me, and no one even knows.
I am different, though it’s not about my hair.
I am different, and I want someone to care.
I feel lonely that nobody can see
that I’m lonely because I am me.
I can’t just change into something that will fit,
I am different and that’s all there is to it.
I hope that one day you will see,
just how sad being different can be,
I wonder, will there ever be
a place for me.
Michele 'Mickey' Hetherington (20th century) Australia
Source: Creative Spirits
Wonderful
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