Odd Child

Too tall for her age,

slightly chubby with a hint of orange

Shy words but harsh thoughts

“Such a sweet face she has”

Stuck in her own bubble

of rejected desires

She surfaced her being to the liking of others

becoming a stranger to her reflection

an imposter to her nature

Who was she but one of them

those unwilling to accept

joining the sea of sameness

The same she could never be

The trying ceased

with haunting efforts to revert

She kept a door open

for the unknowing participant

that one of the latter kind

Footsteps never rung the drums of her ears

But a flame broke through her ribs

As she slams the door

for a need of foreign acceptance

smashing her self-made cage

imprisoned by others and herself

She blinds you with an overturned conviction

stifles you with the swiftness of her tongue

The applause of neck cracking and whiplash

echoes as she walks by

Forever herself, Herself forever