I talk

I laugh,

I make some jokes,

I get good grades,

I'm friends with almost everyone.

My life's so perfect,

It's like a knight in shinning armor.

Somehow though,

No matter who I talk to,

They take out their knives,

And stab me a bazillion times.

No matter who I talk to,

I always find myself thinking,

It's not who I want to talk with,

They're not right.

I don't know,

I talk to people,

But they just don't seem right.

In this giant puzzle piece,

This is not where I belong.

But right now,

I'll stick around,

And then I'll go explore.

Right now though,

I just don't know.