She wanders in thoughts as she sees the world.,.
Cursed with being an observant she watches the crowd..
She never thought she'd be here but then again she's always been like this
Every place she went to surprised her in some or the other way
Now she is comfortable being uncomfortable..at least she thinks she is
She knows for sure this is not her place but she decided to stay..anyway
She is on her journey to find herself...or may be to lose herself..she doesn't know yet
May be she'll never know...
She is trying to be the one who belongs,half way there...
May be she will become one someday ...
May be she will forget she ever wrote this poem..
May be she will forget all 'her strange'
May be someday...
But for now she is just trying...trying to fit in..
Trying to belong...
