I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers

But somehow that’s all I end up doing

I’m always the black sheep

The odd one out

I never chose to be

And I never wanted to be

But somehow

Someway I’m always the odd one out

The one who walks in the grass while others walk in the sidewalk

The one who never gets the memo

The one who never gets asked to hangout

The 3rd one in the group

The odd one out

Everyday I wake up

I always feel out of place

I feel like I’m going out of my mind

Literally

Even in my own head I don’t fit in

I don’t make sense

Anywhere I go

I’m the odd one out

Until I realized I was never in the right places

You know the saying a dollar is never a dollar everywhere

That’s what I realized

I may just be another dollar somewhere

But someplace else I might mean the world to someone

But until then

I’ll just be the weed sticking out a field of wildflowers