I wonder, am I superbly weird or just inexperienced?
do I lack sense or have too much?
I worry, will I always have strange idiosyncrasies?
or will the rest of the world catch up with me?
I know, everyone has their twin, but is mine out there?
do I have a soul mate or am I on my own with a
I suppose, I have not an equal but a counterpart,
or a supplement, like the other half of the whole.
I fell, like a sore thumb, or a fish out of water,
but most importantly I feel imperative to the
completion of a great mosaic God calls life.
by Emily Akins