Paradox

I am a paradox.I have been since my youth.Wherever I go, I do not fit.I do not fit with the higher-ups.I do not fit with the lower-downs.And yet, I kind of fit with the higher-upsUntil you get to know me better.And I kind of am a lower-downWhen see the place I live.I am more comfortable with thoseWho are lost or on the fringes,At least for a while,Though I don’t imbibeIn the liberties of their station.And I can fool the higher-upsInto believing I am one of them,At least for a while.Sooner or later they realize That I do not embrace the dogmaThat raises them up to their lofty station.And from then on they see me as dangerous.And it’s ok. I don’t mind being what I am.It just means that I have a hard time Finding a place where I can settle down.