A Misfit

O Lord, take me out of this!
I do not fit!
My body does not suit my mind,
My brain is weak in the knees and blind,
My clothes are not what I want to find—
Not one bit!

My house is not the house I like—
Not one bit!
My church is built so loose and thin
That ten fall out where one falls in;
My creed is buttoned with a pin—
It does not fit!

The school I went to wasn’t right—
Not one bit!
The education given me
Was meant for the community,
And my poor head works differently—
It does not fit!

I try to move and find I can’t—
Not one bit!
Things that were given me to stay
Are mostly lost and blown away,
And what I have to use to-day—
It does not fit!

What I was taught I cannot do—
Not one bit!
And what I do I was not taught
And what I find I have not sought;
I never say the thing I ought—
It does not fit!

I have not meant to be like this—
Not one bit!
But in the puzzle and the strife
I fail my friend and pain my wife;
Oh, how it hurts to have a life
That does not fit!