9.16.2009

belong-ing

sometimes i feel that i don't belong here.

here at work.

amidst all the nonsense that goes around each day, everyday,

i'd always wish i was some place else.

what the !@#$%^&*() am i doing here?

i think maybe the job is no longer gratifying in any sense.

maybe it has never been. i dunno.

here at home.

i've always felt i was different from my parents.

we can never seem to see eye to eye on like 99% of things.

amidst all the arguments that goes on each day, everyday,

i'd always wish i was some place else, alone.

or perhaps in the arms of someone who understands.

being at home has never been gratifying either i think.

never really felt like a home.

so...i more than often wonder...

what am i here for?

this is utterly cuckoo. everything. sigh.