Misfit

 

I don't like sour limes,

And it's hard to breathe sometimes.

The sky disturbs me when it's dark,

And I can't help but compare tomorrow

With a shark.

I seem to never sleep enough,

And being alive is often rough.

I don't like to fake a smile,

And ...well,every look I meet

Conducts a trial.

I'd like,for once,to feel just right,

Not stand aside,seal my lips,gasp for air

In fright...