where do I belong

There are only two boxes where a fat person belongs,

soft 

kind

in the background

knowledgable

somebody who has hobbies

does a sport

or

funny

loud

somebody who's a party animal

a comedian

a skinny persons guard dog

but I am neither of those, 

I am cruel and I bite

    I am soft and I am easygoing until something has inconvenienced me

       I don't have many hobbies;i find comfort in not being integrated with others

              I stand out because I have mental disorders, not because I am funny or a partygoer

                      I am fickle as one can be, and I cannot yet find where I belong. I am one person one day, and the other, I am something you cannot quite tell where it belongs. I scream, I cry, my love is conditional and I am too lively to be pushed to the side as somebody's maybe, again. I live, I love, I laugh- still, I cannot find where I belong.

tell me, the woman above, the woman who harvests the wind and grass in her palms, the woman who is all and nothing at once, the woman who is all hating and all loving,

Where Do I Belong