The Orange Trees

Overwhelmed.

I stand here, with my family...

I watch the military pageantry displayed...

Smiling and saluting...

Feeling the sense of dread and over-whelming thoughts...

I dash into a bed-chambre and sob!

No one knows my feelings, my overwhelming feelings!

No one knows! No one!

Of what it is to be who I am... to be me...


I watch my sister's birthday party as it commences...

I see the many gentlemen dancing with my proud sister...

I know even in sadness, one must grin and bear it...


Suddenly...


A slew of ladies, around my age ask for my hand to dance...

Feeling that over-whelming feeling... I run!

I run away from those girls!

They shout in French and Russian after me as I run...

I hastily lock myself in a closet crying bitterly and huddling in the corner...

Papa finally finds me...

Mama looks deeply worried...

They cannot understand the feeling I get...

Being who I am...

What the future holds for me...

Feeling this dread and how it scares me...

Like a scared little pup with his tail between his legs...

I cower in fear, so over-whelmed...

I cower because of who I am...