The Other

Another form, another question that I cannot Answer. Another box I cannot check or fit Myself into. Par for the course, I've sure had worse, But still I am reminded, I'll never fit, That's just the way it is. Where are you from? What are you? Where do you belong? Am I enough? Am I enough, or am I just the other? Am I just the other? Not light enough, not dark enough. Am I just the other? Am I just the other? Oh. I've always tried to make the best out of What I've been given, and I've been given more Than most, truthfully. But still I find that every time I get A seat to sit in, it never lasts, I'm always asked to move along. Where are you from? What are you? Where do you belong? Am I enough? Am I enough, or am I just the other? Am I just the other? Not light enough, not dark enough. Am I just the other? Am I just the other? Where are you from? What are you? It's not here you belong. Am I enough? Am I enough, Or am I just the other? Am I just the other? Not light enough, Not dark enough. Am I just the other? Am I just the other? Am I enough? Am I enough? Am I enough? Am I enough, or am I just the Other? Am I just the other?