Shall I Belong?

I close my eyes and I think of a life that I could have had.

I think of a life that would sit right with me,

in which wherever I sat, my weight made a dent

and my presence made an impact.

I try to see myself belonging,

see myself finally adapting, finally accepting—

the way that things are.

Or is the way I push back your reality

at every chance I get,

still too much for you?

Is it that the only way for me to survive

is to accept and praise

what you think needs to be said?