Eighteen
The wind blows over the ocean,
A wicked display of beauty and power.
But I am just a girl.
I am not pretty.
I have no power.
I feel ugly.
If only I could change this,
Go back in time.
Make everything good again.
I wouldn't be stuck here.
My life would be complete
And whole again.
I wouldn't be pitied
Nor pointed at.
I want to be able to walk outside without
Being pointed at.
I want to be a normal,
Regular,
Everyday person
Not a "poor thing"
I just want to be free,
And to be plain old
Me.
Is that too much to ask?
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