Never Belonged

What colour is the sky in your world?
It is blue in your world
Not usually blue in mine
Everything is normal to you
Nothing is ever normal to me

I usually feel like a seed outside of the core. A knob, not connected to the door. Tiles loose from the floor.
Broken glass, walked on by bare feet. Music without its beat. Tea unwilling to steep.
Bread without the crust. A clock needing to adjust. Love without the lust.
A sock developing a hole. Thinking out of control. A tree without it's soul.
Piano without its keys. Wind without the breeze. Life without any need.

If they are seeds to live within the core
It is a small world for them