It sits out there like a sore thumb.

In this world, even when trying to fit in, we stand out... Because we make it obnoxiously clear that we are only trying to fit in. Are you standing out like a sore thumb or a blossoming rose?

From our standpoint, it's nothing more than a sore shoulder.

People where we come from hear so many lies that the truth stands out like a sore thumb.

It just sits there in my locker for when I want to come back and put it on.

Sits the wind in that corner?