It’s sad not to fit in. It creates stress and loneliness. It shakes beliefs and disrupts inner balance. He didn’t fit in. He tried to, for a long time. He tried a hat, wearing green, putting on makeup. Everyone mocked him. He tried black and blue, he tried peace for all. Everyone mocked him still. He tried the word; he tried a vow of silence. He tried, despite the sneers, the mockery, and the disdain. So he folded himself in four and slid into the transparent cube in the corner of the room. Now he would fit in. Status: Invisible.