I am the runt
nudged out
of the group,
the little girl
at the edge of
the playground,
Little girl
in a 21 year old body.
I never talk at parties.

I am a groundhog
digging out a hole
to hide in again.
I am the contact
that fell out
is lost somewhere now
drying up and
close to cracking.

I am the prize
being smashed
by the cracker jacks
in the cracker jack box.
I am a betta fish
peering out at
the world.
I want to be someone else because

I am the moon
always circling around someone
circling around someone
as they circle around
someone else
getting nowhere
try to reach out
but my beams
always seem to stop short

and i feel lost.