I do not belong, knew it from the start-
out of place among the ones to claim me
open arms full of love for which I retaliated,
pulled away and walked my own.
Out of place with the ones that used me
my innocence tree of life defoliated
scarred in places I can’t even see.
I do not belong for I felt a stranger
among those with skin and words alike
kin cells from roots I called my own.
I belong only to memories left in the sand
footprints left to fade away
scattered through the places I like-
I do not belong among the things I want
but only in dreams did I find a place
and felt safe and complete.
And once life my hopes deplete
in death I will find my way
to the place where I belong.