taken out
lined up
one
by
one.
left there purposefully to
compare,
and categorize each other.
when in reality
no one is the same on the inside.

i did not know what was to come.
i was raw,
and unshaped.
wanting to be what is ideal
and dreaming of exceeding expectations.

but fate had it out for me.
i was living a lie made up in my mind
of who i was
and who id be.

i did not know that
i would lie still among the rejects.
becoming the cutoff of the rest.

i did not know that
i would become the scraped leftover.
from where the cookie cutter distinguished
right from wrong

so now i watch quietly
as the others grow into
what the commercial perfect is.
as i remained to the side
of what is accepted.