Always stuck in others’ perceptions,
in others’ norms.
Perhaps about how I should be,
what I should look like.
It is a big world, with so many –
so many of the same but different,
and I’m always stuck
in the wave of trying to prove
how different I am.
Am I though?
Am I so different and unique and special
to wait for the ‘right’ people to find me?
Am I so perfect that I can never let anything ‘wrong’
stay in my life?