The Loner

-It’s as if she has something growing on her face.

-It’s as if she’s speaking a language that they don’t quite understand.

-It’s as if she just murdered someone.

-It’s as if they know something that she doesn’t.

-It’s as if everyone is disgusted with her.

-When she speaks they stare at her as if she has just sworn to the dear lord above.

-She keeps her head down and her eyes to herself, for she is enigmatic.

It’s as if she’s not allowed to laugh or be happy and she must remain a solitary engager.

-She feels unappreciated and unwelcomed, so therefore she hides herself away.

-Shunned by her fellow community for reasons she can’t explain.

-She’s perplexed yet she remains silent, just amused by their distant contact.

-So she decides to carry on the role of the witch; the wicked witch.

-The loner.

-But they don’t know that she can assimilate the proper communication and laugh, and comprehend and tell jokes.

-But they get the impression of intimidation.

-No one sympathizes when they see her furtive eyes.

-No one to ask her if she’s ever okay or if she’s feeling better today.

-All the heads turn to look at her in spite when she enters a room.

-As if they’ve known her for years and she has done something wrong.

-So since that’s what everyone thinks of her, then she decided that she’ll take the part and run with it.

-I am no longer intimidating.

-I am no longer speaking a foreign language.

-I am no longer the wicked witch.

-I am no longer the loner.