Sometime I feel like a misplaced person.
Like I am flitting about from place to place trying to find where I belong.
I feel like I am struggling to fit in, to be accepted for who I am.
I feel like things get tough and I have to choose to live or die and I chose to live.
I know I make mistakes during these times.
I know the costs.
I know the damage I have done and the penance for these actions.
I pay them.
For I know in paying them I find answers and healing.
And maybe just maybe I will find my place.