Such an odd feeling it is to be neutral,
Never sure of where you belong.

You bounce between groups and views,
Sometimes wondering what’s going on.

The loud and bouncy people,
I’ve begun to shy away from.
They’re fun, but too melodramatic.
They all gain attention through shock.

 Being around the ‘straight A’ kids
Is a sure plan for making me feel stupid.

Being around the prep click
Would eventually make me gag.

Around the very mellow,
I would gain understanding,
But conversation would quickly die.
I’d never be sure what to say.

I seem to be stranded,
In the middle somewhere.
Not truly alone, but lost.

As I cry out among the desert sky,
I find no oasis…alas.

I bounce back and forth in-between…
Different people,
Different views,
Different ways of being.

While I like to observe all these differences,
I long for a place where I can truly be.

…

Emotionally, I feel like an outcast.
Most of the time it seems as though
I’m not needed,
Or am shunned.

And so I seem to be forced to wander,
And look at all choices in hand.
What truly is my state of being?

My body rests here upon the sand,
Gazing,
Pondering,
Wondering how it would feel to be at peace.