Strangely Shaped by Fathers - To All My Almost Friends

It's hard to find others
When you keep losing yourself
But harder to lose them
Because they wanted someone else
Think you've found a home
But it's just foster care again
A temporary reprieve
Until you're out the door again

I don't mean to be so difficult
But I will always speak my mind
The ones who like what they hear
Are the ones I need to find

Each time I've found my tribe
All too soon I don't belong
Think that I've found my people
But soon find out I was wrong
Each time that I'm welcomed
I'm too soon shown to the door
I show the world who I am
It never asks for an encore

I don't mean to be so difficult
But I will always speak my mind
The ones who like what they hear
Are the ones I need to find

I light my beacon, hopeful
It will attract like-minded light
The beacon's glow starts to smoulder...
Fades, unseen, into the night
I shout these words out in rhythm
Write down who I am in rhyme
My voice is a constant prayer
In a world with no divine

I don't mean to be so difficult
But I will always speak my mind
The ones who like what they hear
Are the ones I need to find

But I'm not changing for acceptance
Because those who get it, get it
And those who don't...
Were never worth the time

Written by:
Dan McKee

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