Out of time

I don't belong here...
I don't know how to explain it, I just know, I don't belong here...
This time...This place...is too much for my mind, my poor weary, out of this time, mind.
It doesn't matter what I do, or where I try to go, I am still out of my time.
I don't need to find time for myself, or to do this or that. I need to find MY time, to be who I am.
How do you exist in a world that doesn't let you be in your time?
I still don't know.....