she crawls within
no longer comfortable in her own skin.
They paint her black
behind her back
wanting to run away, she quietly packs.
No longer knowing
truth from lie
she sets her eyes upon the sky.
A silent question
a new cord struck-
can she wade through all this muck;
Make that decision?
Show her hand?
Finally take a stand?
Lips shut tight
eyes firmly closed
a new idea has now arose:
Perhaps not she
but them in facet
are the one's who truly lack-
self-esteem,
confidence, love,
so they turn to her and shove,
that emptiness
and a burden true
so unsure what she should do.
Underestimated by
their greedy hearts
left alone, she departs.
No longer lonely,
for you see
that girl: ended up as me.
(c)Mary Irene Cousino
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