Why is it that sometimes we just don’t fit,
We’re with the right people, its the right company, its the perfect time, and an excellent place but something always just seems off. Completely
They talk, of course you do too
But your content somehow you feel doesn’t complete the puzzle in that context
They giggle, but you’re lost thinking why you didn’t sound as pawky as one of them just did
They just looked at You with a blank stare
You move aside a little pretending to also be fascinated
You look at them again
But this time from a distance
Yes! They’re perfectly fine without you
There’s no sense of belonging when with them
They have toned bodies, waists synched in, thighs firm, flat tummies, almost the same complexion…
They love to dress modern
You can’t, you don’t and definitely ain’t
Don’t you feel like a tag along?
Always walking behind them as they strut, leading the way
You felt like you needed to reduce the amount of time you spent at the library?
They obviously don’t like studying
They fell by the wayside long ago
It’s crystal clear
But your grades?
Its not like old times,
when they talked of Cs and joked about that and you had all As it began to feel a little weird
Nowadays you fit,
You’ve fallaciously let yourself fail
And you’ve been lying about how stuff’s been getting tougher and tougher and that you just don’t seem to get a grip on anything right?
Is that true?
Doesn’t it hurt? To fail when you know how smart you are and can be?
But you just wanted admiration from them
That’s why you succumbed to their lifestyle
Now that you got it
Did it pay off?
Do you feel better now that you’re part of the ‘SQUAD’ ?
A lot has changed
Subtly in the least.
But you’re bleeding inside
Your heart is sinking in the blood bath
And you’re wishing You could go back.
You’ve literally been suffocating but are afraid to leave because of what people will say
You wanna get your old self back, don’t you?
I knew it!
I’m gonna throw You a life line
It’s not gonna be easy but its a way out
In that squad, you’re like a piece of an orange fruit in a garlic bulb
You have just one taste, sweetness
They can change to suit the situation
Bitter when raw
And a sweetener in food
You fit! But don’t belong
It looks like your home but its not.
Now hold my hand, let’s go! The Orange has been waiting for you.
We need you to complete the fruit
Rightfully where you belong.