Square peg, round hole

Part 2 of a 2-part poetry experiment

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I am the square peg. I don’t fit.
Tell me I have messed up,
I will agree in a moment
Tell me I did something good
I will blush and disagree

I am the square peg. I don’t fit.
I don’t know if I am enough
I don’t know if what I’ve done
Is good or bad or just is
I don’t know how to tell

I am the square peg. I don’t fit.
I have many friends, but few know
The real me — the hurt the loss the pain
The few who do, tell me I belong
But it’s taken years to start to believe

I am the square peg. I don’t fit.
Too many moves, too many changes
Too often the new kid in the class
I missed so much of normal
I didn’t even know what
I had missed — what I didn’t know

I am the square peg. I don’t fit.
How do you learn to look upon
Your work as if itwere not yours?
How do you learn to tell yourself
What works and what doesn’t?
How do you stop the self-critiques?

I am the square peg. I don’t fit.
I would love to be the round peg
The one that is what she seems
The one that can say thank you
Without putting herself down
The one that belongs.

I am the square peg. I don’t fit. But I am trying to change.

Read part 1 of this exercise here:

Round peg, round hole - Kathy Jacobs - Medium

What is this all about?

Trying to make things fit - Kathy Jacobs - Medium