Am I really human?
Even a person?
I often feel out of place,
Feeling like an alien,
Like a mimic,
A puppet made to resemble a man,
But still somewhat off,
Purely in the uncanny valley,

Impersonating what a human should do,
Imagining narrow-eyed looks from passers-by,
I do what I think normal people do,
Without truly understanding why,
Badly copying fashions of others,
Fraudulently trying to fit in,
When everybody laughs,
I join in perhaps a beat or two late,

If mankind were a puzzle,
My piece is curiously askew.

Comments
  1. ezee life says:

    I can totally relate 🙌

  2. MA 😈🔥 says:

    Dude, how about you stop doing what you think normal people do and just do what you wanna do? 🤷‍♀️

  3. brookejcutler says:

    Yep. I hear ya. 😂Bugger ‘em. We’ve got this. ☺️

  4. Shruba says:

    We are all pieces of other people patched up together. It’s not the pieces we take from others that make us, but the combination, the pattern in which we stitch them together. So even if we immitate a lot from other, no two people is the same. Trust me. ❤

  5. luciebones says:

    Ah, kindred spirit you are. Maybe we are changelings.

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