The Circle
Location
I stand in the middle-
of a cicle.
We all stand there-
I suppose.
All around there are millions, trillions, zillions-
googolplex paths I could have chose.
But I am unsure, so-
I wait there.
I watch others-
moving on.
The made-up-girl preps prance down the tiled path-
the smokers and the drinkers, gone.
They start filing out-
group by group.
I observe them-
to seek mine.
I'm standing to wonder after all these hours-
where my pure skin will be to shine.
I see the flawless go-
they fade away.
That is not me-
don't follow.
I, the brave original, will not copy-
I am not to be so hollow.
I spin around looking-
where to go.
I don't agree-
with some trails.
Percieving ways I find, acceptance is prime-
I don't have to use other's sails.
So here I stand In the middle of this whole.
Pure as frozen water is my skin, and also my soul.
My confidence is the key-
to the wide world I'm entering.
I prefer to enter as natural me.
And with this thought I begin my venturing...