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by Charlie, 15 (they, them)

Just a bit different
Never quite the same
Not something I want
But something I have all the same
Never really happy
With the way I look
The way I talk
The way I act
Took me a while
A really long while
An embarrassingly long while
To be quite honest with you
For me to realize
That I was a bit different
Never quite the same
The odd card out in every game
Call me your joker
Your wildcard
Anything but normal
Gods knows you don’t know
What else to do with me
Not quite here nor there
Not happy with my face or hair
Not quite fitting in their boxes
Not hers, not his
Just something of my own
And I exist in a little space
That I call home

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