I do not belong

the feeling of displacement.

I feel a detachment,

never fully at ease.

I'm constantly wandering,

floating through the breeze. 

I'm never really stopping,

or finding a place of peace.

I'm not ever really resting,

but always on a crease.

I do live somewhere,

but the home is not mine.

I feel sort of safe,

but nothings ever really fine.

I've never really had a home,

or at least felt that i belong.

I always feel on the go,

or like i'm being drug along.

It's that feeling off seclusion,

but i'm not sure i mind. 

I believe if i'm on my own,

no way to my heart will they find.

It's not a lack of love,

or that no body has cared.

But i have never belonged,

nor has my heart been spared.

I do live with people,

who i know have loved me all along.

But the space is forever evident,

I know i don't belong.