The Errant

I used to be discontent, you know, drifting around like I was a leaf caught on an errant breeze. I used to think that I wanted to be settled, that I wanted to find someplace where I could rest. I used to feel out of place with you people, like I was too weird to be with you, like I was forced to the outskirts, to the shadows just because I wasn't really like you. I used to think that there was something wrong with me, with the way I acted. I used to think that I felt out of place because of my attitude, but actually, my attitude was a reaction to your actions. I used to think that it was I who was in the wrong. I know better now. I just thought you should know that.