The Unseen Pieces

People feared her long before they understood her,
as they always fear what does not move in a straight line.

She read philosophy the way others breathed,
with a hunger that unsettled ordinary minds.
Her art was too honest.
Her terrariums too quiet.
Her pinned insects too still.
Her words too sharp.
Her thoughts too deep.

To them, she was an offense:-
a reminder that the world was larger than their comfort.

But beneath her silence, entire storms clashed.
Voices intertwined.
Identities collided.
Each personality rose and fell like empires inside her.

She was not one person:-
she was an entire constellation wearing human skin.

Society demanded straight lines,
yet she moved like a Knight,
sideways, unpredictable, impossible to predict.

She wasn't broken.
She was misunderstood.
And the world, in its cowardice, prefers the simple lie over the difficult truth.

Thus she became the unseen piece ,
the one everyone judged,
but no one truly looked at.