Enlightenment

You'll never fit in; You'll never be one of us. Put your hand down, You're not that smart. You confuse the senses -- Your exterior hard; your skin soft. Your face harsh; your voice smooth. What the hell are you? I am nothing. A mind that knows too much; A heart that can't care enough. A pair of busted and cracked converses, Ready for more abuse. A worn necklace with loose strings, Providing life. A boy -- A girl -- A confusion. Black frames of the scrutinous eyes; Small mouth of the biggest words. A soul exceeding the heat of the sun; A body providing new stories each passing year. What the hell am I? I am everything.