Forever not fine
Like the moon to Earth
In eternal spin
Never coming in
Always not quite worth
More than its sunshine
Looking to belong
Like an onyx gem
Sitting among pearls
Like a bud that furls
When all others bloom
Sensing something wrong
Like an alien seed
Searching fertile ground
Finding barrenness
Thinking that duress
Makes the effort sound
And sweet fruit from weed
Sitting right outside
When the world is sealed
Observing without
Mute and told to shout
And metal annealed
Failing to collide
Foreign as is me
Closed yet opened wide