Out of Place, Part 4

Sometimes the whatzzits and whitzats
just don’t line up,
sometimes I try to explain
and just want to give up,
sometimes I wish everyone could just open up and see
the beauty in me.
The beauty is me.

Sometimes I wonder
why this world is hard to understand.
Nothing is broken,
I am just who I am,
full of feelings, pride, intelligence, and grace.
Sometimes I feel like I’m out of place.
Sometimes I’m just Spot,
in a spot out of place.