Out of Sorts

©2023 Susan Noyes Anderson

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I think my skin is on backwards
or maybe inside-out.
It feels too tight; it feels too loose.
It makes me wanna shout.

My right-side-up is upside-down;
of that, I’m pretty sure.
Unbalanced is the word for me
(unhinged, in search of cure).

Can anybody help me out?
Knock down this crazy dream.
I need a fix, a fixer. Fix me!
I’m not what I seem.

In truth, I’m only half this weird.
Most days, I’m well worth knowing.
So save me, someone. Anyone.
It’s crunch time. Let’s get going!
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