Crowds make me nervous

They make me feel like I don’t have a purpose

I feel like the thorns on roses

Not knowing when the door closes

The sidekick in a film

Nothing more than a friend for the thrill

How do I change this feeling of meekness

This might be my most vital weakness

What does everyone else do to belong

And why can I not harmonize to their song

I do everything I can and try

To not let the gates open and have everyone see me cry

You are meant to belong

I am meant to skid along

Maybe someday everyone can be at the same pace

And maybe someday this won’t be a race

Maybe I won’t be a mistake

Or treated like an object someone misplaced