I wrote a poem… about being me. 

Somehow I just Don’t Fit In

Been this one’s teacher 
And this one’s wife 
Been this one’s kid 
And this one’s whole life 
Been this one’s friend 
And this one’s strife 

Somehow I just don’t fit in…

I don’t know how to be 
I don’t know who I am 
I’ve tried everything 
That I possible can 
I’ve tried being honest 
I tried stealing your man 
But somehow I just don’t fit in…

Been educated 
And acted so dumb 
Been a churchgoer 
And been on the run 
Been a tea totaller 
And a marijuana smoker 
But somehow I just don’t fit in….

I’ve tried everything 
That I know how to use 
Too many faces 
I don’t know how to choose 
I’ve tried wearin’ no shoes 
I’ve tried singing the blues 
But somehow I just don’t fit in…

I’ve got lots of rights 
Why am I judged by my wrong 
I wear a plastic smile 
Pretending to be strong 
I walk for miles 
The road is so long 
And somehow I just don’t fit in…

Somehow I just don’t fit in….

Why don’t I just… fit in?