There is something wrong,

a part of me’s broke,

it’s true, I’m not messing,

it’s really no joke!

 

I’ve known for a while now,

without much real doubt,

when I was created,

they missed a bit out.

 

You know how I know?

It’s quite simple, you see,

the odd one out,

It is always me!

 

I stand in a room,

full of people – and me,

they talk and they chatter,

I’m as quiet as could be.

 

I feel quiet, and awkward,

don’t know what to say,

I try to join in,

but feel in the way.

 

I once went for lessons,

to be more assertive,

to learn how to fit in,

not to be shy and furtive.

 

Needless to say,

it just didn’t work,

you can’t fix what’s broken,

if it’s simply a quirk.

 

So I stand in a corner,

and try to blend in,

hope nobody notices,

the pickle I’m in!

 

© Odd One Out 18.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit – Square Peg in a Round Hole – geograph.org.uk – 1244305 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)