i may have grown too accustomed to being the fat chick who is left out an neglected and ignored.

too accustomed to clinging to walls

too used to crawling in on myself

too used to introversion

to accustomed to every thing that i was not meant to be, or perhaps too accustomed to wha ti am

and what am i?

after al these ngihts and mornings and days of thought and reflection i still do not kknow

perhaps i never will

it is my never endihg wuest, my forever unacheivable goal, like superman to lex luther

i am my own moby dick