where do i feel i don’t belong?

everywhere and nowhere. is that possible? it must be. how else can i feel it? it gets hazy when you don’t know where your boundaries lay. borders of boxes become muddled, muddied, smudged.

boxes. all the boxes i’ve ever forced over my head and out of my  throat. i’ve imagined their existence for so long i feel safe within their walls. my niche identifiers providing expectations, removing that unknown we have been taught to fear, have been taught we must control in some way. in every way. we can’t. after a while the boxes get heavy to hold. and i’m tired.