Fitting in
Will I ever fit in?
Will I always be that square peg in a world full of round holes?
Must I always be the one to smooth my corners, to soften my edges in order to be accepted and loved?
Is "fitting in" all that it's cracked up to be?
Do I really want to fit after all?
Will I always be that square peg in a world full of round holes?
Must I always be the one to smooth my corners, to soften my edges in order to be accepted and loved?
Is "fitting in" all that it's cracked up to be?
Do I really want to fit after all?
