Outnumbered

By: Antonio Lacy  

Staff writer

There is a lot of us but only one of me. 

Out of how many can there be if there is one me.

I feel like a new fish in an old fish tank.

Everyone knows of me but I don’t know them. 

They all act alike while they see me as different.

But I don’t want to be them, I wanna be me.

There is only one me. 

Red fish, blue fish there is a green one too, but I know I’m the only gold black fish.

There is a lot to compare now that I’m in here like,

the ocean is huge compared to this tank I’m in, but this tank is safer than the big ocean. 

I can get to know more about my friends instead of seeing them one time a week.

I can hunt easier in this tank,

but,

I like the adrenaline of the ocean. 

 I think I can get used to it.

Even if I want to or not.