FITTING (IN)

A life long struggle

Not a piece of clothing my size

Pain in the ass for others

Never a tear in my eyes

With a pink smile on my lips

I knew I’ll have an easy glide

Not a worrying thought to disturb me

I put all anxiousness behind

But never until now

Have I realized I wasn’t so right

Fitting (in) gets tougher as I grow

It’s a constant, ever continuing fight

This struggle is incessant

All about what I want need or will find

It stretches beyond the need for clothes

For now, I just want to make it past the grind

People all around me are suddenly at stake

Especially the ones in whom I confide

It’s either their way or the highway

Do I really get to decide

The meaner ones won’t give a damn

The ones who stay are no doubt kind

But mostly I’m just trying to fit the bill

That ugly gruesome one in my mind