Outlier

Maybe I’m wrong 
maybe everything is
what everyone says 
and I keep 
trying to force 
forget and forgive 
that a square 
peg won’t fit
into round holes 
that maybe I’m
just the outlier
that one out
of the box 
toy that won’t 
play with others 
and that maybe 
one day someone 
with an imagination 
will find me 
and wonder and 
then I’ll fit