I’m out of sorts,
Out of the box
It’s lonely out here
Depressing in there.

Just trying to be
One with the world.
I smile, I conform
It’s really not fake.
I make myself
Feel at home.
I even update
My profile pic.

But I am pushed out,
Always pushed out.
Disowned from inside.
Discarded outside.

I wonder how it would be?
To be neither here nor there.
Flit in and out,
Like a quantum speck.
Like Schrodinger’s cat,
With only a probability
Of being anywhere.

The above poem was partially inspired by the graffiti art captured in this photo — specifically, the human figure watching something, maybe observing the same art with the walls of more graffiti art flowing inside its body. There is a sense of recursion in this art and of someone looking inside-out and outside-in at the same time.