“The laces, untied, the socks won't match. I won't know what to wear and when to wear it and I am rubbish at the small talk required to fit into places I've never bothered to fit into. There are square pegs that spend their lives trying to squeeze into round holes, but I wasn't even given four straight sides, I am shapes when none are required, I am a million wrongs stuffed into something I never asked if it was right. I am this, and I've never been that, I've no plans to remedy the broken bits.” PoetryIndividualityAuthenticityAwkwardnessNot Fitting In Book:Wildly into the Dark: Typewriter Poems and the Rattlings of a Curious Mind Source: Wildly into the Dark: Typewriter Poems and the Rattlings of a Curious Mind
