round hole

I’ve tried
to fit in
to be amongst you
whether it be
working class
middle class
no class at all
it ain’t me
its you
you hold yourselves
so tight
in position
that when i
come along
I bounce
right into you
to the outsider
place
my parents plans
came to nothing
I wanted elsewhere
& when I got there
I just kept going
not through badness
more the madness
that there was more
than
being
in the one position
& that comes with a price
outriders are out
outsiders are not in
like you hold yourselves
to be
i’m not crying
in the wilds
for loneliness
more that these visions
costing so much
stop you
dead
in your tracks
from seeing the light

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