They wanted me to be perfect
but no,
I didn't turn out that way
They expected me to be normal
pink glitter
and princess dreams
led them there
But My shape has shifted
a puzzle piece
morphed
into a new shape
no longer fitting where it's supposed to
They tried keep me on the right track
but I keep wandering away
They try to change me back
to what I was
the perfect little girl
a love for horses
and the colour pink
That's no longer who I am
I like to see the beauty in things that aren't supposed to be pretty
I see beauty in the inner workings of a camera
the pieces that trap memories inside
I see beauty in the cactus
a plant just trying to defend itself from things that try to destroy it
I see beauty in the words printed on the page of my book
It's a safe place
safer than the world around me
I become friends with the characters
It comforts me
there are tears on the pages
from when bad things happen
and I'm seeking love from my friends
They always understand
People in the real world tell me that I'm wrong
That I'm just a mistake
By shaping myself
And becoming who I am
By not fitting in with the crowd
I'm not right
But They're incorrect
I am as right
As I need to be
It's not my job
to fit in
to become
what other people think I should be
YOU ARE READING
Inspirations maybe?
PoetryThis may just be an inspiration for another writer to write about. To create a story that never happened to them built by what others have told them. But these are truths for too many of us.
