you may try and put me
in my place.
i know our school
has a huge gaping space.
but no matter
how hard you squeeze,
how hard you try
and force me in
i will not fit.
You cannot please 
the world
by stuffing the different
ones down.
you think it will look 
so pretty
with me half hanging
out of a puzzle
so deformed?
i do not fit
into your alotted spaces
i refuse to conform
and be another one of
the blank faces.
and my friends call me
emo and goth
my friends call me 
freak and weird...
the student body
calls me a loser
and the school calls me
a menace
a plague.
a burden to high school society.
i however, prefer
to call myself
Kyelle. The Undefined.


xoxo
Kyelle