INTO THE INVISIBLE CENTER

I can fit with anyone, part of the time. 

I can't fit with anyone, all the time.

I become a different person, the type of person, at this moment, you want around.

To me, I am a misfit. 

To others, I am liked, distant, and hard to define.

If human nature was a circle;

One point on the circle, would be for an extrovert,

another point for introvert. 

There, the nature of people laid out, on opposite sides.

In this circle of life I'm in between, I'm both, and neither. 

I'm an omnivert, one of a rare kind. 

Round and round the circle, I'm both and neither;

assertive, and impatient; 

intuitive, and sensible; 

feeler, and thinker, 

everything combined. 

Endless questions to answer, 

self interrogate, self explore and wonder.

I am different, nothing is new in that find.

In the center of the circle, I lay, hidden from sight.

They claim the center, is the ultimate balance. 

They know nothing.

Is there madness in a conflicted nature?

Is there madness in Science, Spirit, and Art, combined?

Bouncing between opposite sides.

Oscillating, with the need to be of different natures,

experiencing each and every type.

I am complete when I am everything.

I am here, but, I'm hard to find.