Poetry · volume 1
Outsider
Juggling, jangly, unguidedWhy am I always so lopsided?I see you from where I’m standingOutside, always outside Where’s my invite?But it’s more than that, isn’t it?I need it to be deliberateSincere, convincing, unwavering See I’ve been standing and watchingWarily aware of the hypocrisyYou want to be out hereJust as badly as I want to be in there.