I was never hip, I was never cool,
Always hopeful, yet always the fool.
I am the lonely, even in a crowd,
Realistic, but my thoughts in a cloud.
Wanting to belong, but always stood out,
Craving confidence, but always in doubt.
Wanting to think that I am ten feet tall
Wishing I didn't always feel so small.
Worrying how I will get through the day,
Somehow knowing it will all be okay.
TLA 7/23/15
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