I never knew how I felt.
The officious opinions of others dictating me.
My mind was never offered release from captivity.
And escape was never an option.
Bondage's restrained the real me.
Optimistic fragments escaping at times with hope of an opulent life.
Just to be phagocytized by others because they were foreign.
I am different.
But no on cares about the girl in the back of the classroom.
No one assumes that the reason for her introversion is their own fault.
They don't realize that their closed-minds and negativism is the reason she is scared to live.
No one notices the faint star in the sky.
The only hope she has to find someone similar to her.
Her only hope to be free.
But until then she will wait.
A patient journey is what she must take.
Until she can shed this skin.
Until she can be different.