Out of Place, Part 3

Out of Place, Part 3

Sometimes the colors are just not that bright,
sometimes everything looks like a foggy twilight,
sometimes my senses are muted
and lessened and gone,
and I can’t quite understand
why everything just feels wrong.

Sometimes the space all around
feels a little too heavy,
sometimes the sounds feel like
they all just escape me,
sometimes I don’t even feel
your hands on my face.
Sometimes I feel like I’m out of place.

I forgot that I’m amazing,
unique, there’s no one else like me.. sometimes.
I forget that no one in the world
sees the world I see.. sometimes.
I forget that I’m important
in all the thoughts racing through my head.. that sometimes
spin around and upside down
and overwhelm instead.

At times my heart just shows a little too much,
at times my anger just blows up a little too much,
it’s just my thoughts and senses and feelings
and mind and vision are always in a race.
Sometimes I feel like I’m out of place.