A hexagon in a world full of squares
A wombat in a forest of bears
A kayak in a sea of canoes
A flip flop in a big rack of shoes
A nightmare in a head full of dreams
A zipper in a coat of taped seams
A raincoat in a wardrobe of ties
A true note in a sentence of lies
A pencil in a pot full of pens
A turkey in a paddock of hens
A cycle in a locker of trikes
A thumbs down in a post feed of likes
A trumpet in a band full of drums
A haiku in a workbook of sums
A blue coat in a white coated lab
A lobster in a bucket of crabs
I stand out each place that I go
Feel different to others I know
A misfit, a weirdo, a geek
A stranger, outsider, a freak
It’s lonely and it can feel sad
It’s shameful and it can seem bad
Yet different doesn’t always mean wrong
We all have a place we belong
Don’t worry if you don’t quite fit
It’s normal to wander a bit
To try out a whole host stuff
And believe me, you are good enough
So hold on, and do not give in
It’s worth it, even if you don’t win
You will find a place you can be
Feel happy and ‘ok to be me’…