Fifty

But every now and then, I think it's nice to just fit in.
It...must be nice to fit in.

Sometimes I just want to fit in.
Not walk into a room and have a crowd.
Not feel a polite need to say hello to everyone.
Scrap it all.
Scrap the name.
Scrap my history.
Scrap all the anger and disapproval.
Scrap all the pompousness.

Just fit in.
The way everyone else does.