She.

She, she is nothing more than a wounded ego,

Walking through society hidden in her dark ensembles

That make her look thin and blend in 

Because when she stood out she was shot down

Because when she stood out she was drowned in a pool

of chastising critics. 

So now here she sits.

Watching the world from the eyes of an outsider who is now her

Casting aside her desires to be the reality to her dreams 

Because fitting in was not who she was and standing out

was not who she is and being herself is nothing. 

Left clutching to possibilities, hope sends her into a laughing coma

Its the religion to life, answers you create when the going gets rough. 

Because the truth is the realization of death is not enough 

To ease their minds and settle their guilt. 

But she knows the truth.

She brakes rhythms while she steps through her mind

And swallows rainbows to keep her from understanding

her hidden knowledge of this world

They want her to suppress her so called depression

because it does not fit into the neatly wrapped gift they call society.

All she wanted to do was save them.

To feel their hearts jump through their skin and to 

mend their broken physical existences.

 But now She stands in a row uniformly awaiting her 9-5 shift, 

With hopes that from 6 to 8 her life will resist the bland taste of 

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