she could not save everyone
she could not rescue the world
they labeled her as weak
she tried to prove them wrong
buried alive
she was buried alive
logic and intelligence was
no equivalent to
grace and beauty
buried alive
she was buried alive
she could not save everyone
she could not rescue the world
they labeled her as gay
when someone tried to save her
and rescue her world
she still remembers what it was
like to sit at that lunch table
under florescent lights and a gray sky
salty tears filling her eyes
with no one caring
except for the girl in a white sweater
years later she would tell that story to the
one she loved
and he would listen attentively
yet confirm her sexuality with caution
she would laugh it off because her heart
was cold toward it now
even though she knows who she is now
and she knows that she could not rescue the world
until she rescued herself
she knew she could not save the world
until she saved herself
today she tries hard not to put others before herself
but it's hard when that is all she knows
buried alive
she remains buried alive
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Pastry
Poetrypastry noun a sweet baked food made of dough It's amazing how something so sweet could crumble so easily For the second time, enter the mind of a girl in her late teens trying to cope with the loss of her identity. (Book 2 of the "Ash" poetry tri...
