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It wasn’t easy

Being what I am

Not one of the team

Wore my real face

Amongst a sea of matching masks

I should have been the one

To write the commencement speech

Subtle emotions brought forth on stage

All the things we all knew but wouldn’t acknowledge

All the hindsight of the retrospective

Yet I needed to leave

Because I wasn’t ever really a member

According to their definitions

And lack of understanding

I lacked the ability to teach them

What to me felt like breathing

We have such beautiful faces

Words not said and letters not read

Our songs too silent

I’ll bring the words now filled with the beauty we waited to share

We are here now and it’s not too late