Where do I belong?
*This isn’t exactly poetry, but it’s an outlet
I find myself confused at times
My mind, my body, my maturity
I’m so different from people
Yet we are all the same.
My mind is maturing slowly
My eyes see beauty I cannot have
Because what my mind sees and the reality of things
Are most likely different
I long for someone to hold
Yet, my time is not yet.
It is not yet
But I still long, and my eyes see what I do not know if I can have.
There may be other people out there
With my exact condition
But I think it would be rare.
I may seem like I’m younger, when I am first seen
And I fear that I may be put off by many
Sometimes I get upset, as to why I look how I look
That is to say, my age can be guessed incorrectly
Any readers may not understand this.
But it’s an outlet