I'm Always The One Left Behind

Some people strut around in this world like they are exactly where they belong Some people strain their eyes, looking for Something to remind them of their worth I am the Latter, I have always been an outlier I am not my father’s son; I belong to no one Others sleep through storms with hopeful eyes, fingers interlocked with like minds I create the storm in my head and drown within the confines of my sinister mind I belong to no one; I am always the one left behind I am the bane of my father’s existence and the last thing on my mother’s mind I once longed to be the thing that catches wandering eyes To be the last piece that completes a genius’s jigsaw puzzle But I am who I am; the one who always gets left behind