Her whirlwind of a life,
Felt like a never ending battle,
Of crazed thoughts and trivial smiles.
She was blown up in the destructive wind of teenage life,
Thrown about in the currents of society.
Never managing to flow quite right.
Her friends never felt like her friends,
But rather prey of inhumanity,
Who grouped together for safety in the fast jungle of high school.
She never really belonged anywhere,
She was never really accepted.
Her quirks and kinks made her the inferior delinquent.
Surrounded by people who tried so hard to be anyone but themselves,
She felt miniscule because she never really tired like they did.
Was it wrong,
To hate everything about yourself,
But at the same time not want to change?
She didn't want to be someone else.
It took her so long to become who she was.
To accept that she wasn't perfect and learn to live with it.
She felt lost .
But for once not in herself.
Rather in trying to figure out who wore what mask.
Some fought so hard for attention,
Well other's sought for nothing other than camouflage,
Wanting to badly to blend in.
How did she get so far,
Being so different to them?
She only wanted to be herself while managing to fit in.
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Paper Heart Poetry
PoesíaThey don't prepare you for these feelings when you're a kid. ●●● Pain in the shape of words because human emotion is a powerful source of inspiration. Revel in the contradictions. Swim in the salty depths of grief. Climb the mountains of sorrow. Re...
