Maybe I belong

In places where I feel unwelcome

In places where I feel left out

At the cafeteria sitting alone

Next to that table

Where the ultimate squad of friends sit

Two’s company, three’s a crowd, But they’re eleven

A throng that is laughing, popular and loud.

Maybe I belong

In places where I feel unwelcome

In places where I feel left out

In class, in lecture halls, in auditoriums

Where all the brains sit and work their magic, spewing out facts and figures

Or the most important of the important (or at least they think they are)

Snap selfies of their pricey ensembles on pricey gadgets

To show off to their massive followers galore

Who just simply worship and adore

And award ‘likes’ to show their adoration.

Maybe I belong

In places where I feel unwelcome

In places where I feel left out

In my daydreams, surely I do

Vivid and bold and wild

Colourful and bright

It’s just open fields and meadows; rules needn’t be made by anyone else

Because I am the ruler

Where thunderstorms and dark rainclouds are non-existent

Because everything is in pastel, glitter and golden.

Maybe I belong

In places where I feel unwelcome

In places where I feel left out

I belong to sleeping in, and staying up late in my thoughts

I belong to self-preservation and saying no

I belong to love and loving

Despite those who couldn’t and wouldn’t

I belong to silence

Indifferent to approval or disapproval of my being

I belong, despite the names they will call me.

I belong, with my words that I knit carefully into a quilt,

To comfort me of the world*

Maybe, just maybe

I belong.