Me, My Own Vessel

I tried to fit in everywhere,

Still didn't find anyone who really cared.

Hoping and loving in despair,

Signs make me feel happy.

Why do I sometimes forget I am rare?

Not meant to be a part of your hustle,

I am supposed to create my own vessel.

Traversing the whole world,

Now I am sick of lying to my own self.

They say I am unusual.

Why don't they realize where the real panic lies,

Seeing you all belong to the same lane?