Displaced

An aberration is what you were
In the scheme of my life,
Where my impractical ideas
Set bars so very high, for so many.

Maybe if I'd been easier to please
I could've more easily found a niche,
I might have discovered, where,
In this vast puzzle I finally fit.

But it wasn't so...

I could never seem to change my shape,
With these jagged edges
That no one seems to know
How to sand and smooth over.

For an anomaly is what I am.
I don't hardly ever find a place
Where I am in tune with everyone else,
Finally finding that harmonic vibe.....

And it seems
I'm a discordant note,
In a melody
Of which I don't belong.