Have you ever felt this way? What is/was that 'it' in your life?

I am forced to learn that I am probably not that good

Or who knows, may be no good at all.

It’s taken a while, but now I have understood

And stopped trying, lest I would again fall.

But I do wonder, as everyone around seems just like me

So what is it that I can’t do or see?

They seem to be doing better by far

Touching new heights, their doors are ajar.

But my doors - why don’t they open?

Jammed and fixed, not cracked, not broken.

To not let even a ray of light enter

I sit in darkness and simply wonder,

Everyone around seems more or less just like me

So why is it that there is nothing I can do or see?

It’s a repeat, once again,

Of a memory, of a strain.

When I sat in a big circle, with my friends around

And I was the only one who couldn’t make a sound

when asked, “So do all of you have it?”

I sat there, hiding, the only misfit.

-MS