We sit down to chat
I share a little
And you share a little

We fumble along
Searching for common ground

You ask me why I find it so hard
To fit in with what is out there
Ripe for the taking

I think
Silently cataloging reason
Considering my emotions
How much to share
I think
Then speak

Well Sir
I am a square peg
Trying to fit into
A series of round holes
And it is frustrating
To discover that no outlet
Exists for someone like me

The game is designed
For people like you
And others like you
A kind of stacked deck
That is near impossible to beat
Unless you have a few cards up your sleeve
-Which I don’t-

Believe me
I wish I could fit in
Make myself round
So that you might feel comfortable
In your roundness

But I am a square peg
And so I seek places
That are square and not round
Even as I struggle to find a way
To transform that square sense of self
Into a wobbly circle to satisfy your ego