misfit

people say your background shapes you.

but why do i feel like a misfit?

everyone's good to me. much support and love.

i'm on-the-surface happy and contented.

but something's missing.

after 30 years, i'm still not used to the very background i'm from.

and sometimes we fit right in with someone who came from a totally opposite background.

but sometimes love really ain't enough.

or is it? shall we love?