I can't seem to fit into boxes,
I am made of perfect paradoxes
A little bit of spice
A dash of white lies
Perfectly disguised.
I can't seem to fit all the labels,
I am just perfectly unstable
Words can't define
The story that is mine
I'm the colour outside the lines~
But I just want to fit in.
I can't seem to fit the status quo,
I don't know where I am to go
Our world is black and white
A bunch of wrongs and rights
And that I want to fight.
I can't seem to fit a single trait,
I'm just too hard to rate
It's nice to be unique
To stay away from cliques
To be my own critique~
But I just want to fit in.
~Via
YOU ARE READING
Magnolia
Poetry❝When you're in a dark place, you tend to think that you've been buried. Perhaps you've been planted. Bloom.❞
