THIS IS NOT POETRY

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Fitting In

Cannot be the first one in the room
Cannot be out standing in the hall
Lack of conversation
Bite fingernails
Smile at others down along the wall
Cannot be the sensitive and shy one
Cannot be the voice of common sense
So grab the wheel and steer clear off the road now
Change, change, rearrange, your face, your shape, your pain                            
Smiles hide the bile rising in your throat
Laughter chokes off screams of rage
Cannot be the one who really lives here
She’s off with her friends, doing okay

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