Anachronism (Poetry)

I do not fit — not
here nor anywhere
though I’ve tried hard now
for so many years
to squeeze in somehow

My thoughts and feelings
never seem to match
or even come close
to the modern trend
I’m out on a limb

‘Over sensitive’
or simply ‘too soft’
my mother called it
but then she could be
hard as bloody nails

How to deal with life
gets more difficult
as I grow older
and measure damage
that can’t be mended

One more door closes
I am left outside
resigned to wonder
if my niche awaits
in the afterlife