Cephalopod

The feeling of needing to fit in

Im not a Cephalopod
And yet, I’m making my way through this life
As if I’m an octopus creeping through the ocean
Feeling as though my only defense is camouflage

My school is not private
But still, I put on a uniform every day
And I’m not a quiet kid blending into the background
Although I admit I have never been front-row

I’m not a writer
Yet I’m filling pages with invisible ink
Writing words, nobody will see but me
but imagining the reactions if the lines escaped

This is not a drill
But I’m living blindly without a personality
Following the crown as if practicing for a fire
Ignoring the creeping feeling of not knowing myself

I’m not a Cephalopod
And yet, I’m making my way through this life
As if I’m an octopus creeping through the ocean
Feeling as though my only defense is camouflage