Poetry

Looking in the mirror with a sense of shame 

only seeing hatred, torture, and pain - 

White speckles floated through the air, blanketing the town filled with despair -

Hiding in the trees, finding comfort in the breeze, a terrible wish in which she foresees 

A shadow lurking behind an unfamiliar shape

Showing the girl she has tried to escape-

Emotions discarded and talents concealed, her name a bleak remnant of her past ordeals-

Covering her tracks left in the snow, making her path one unknown -

The other girls used to shy away, unaccepting of her exuberant style and confident sway -

When they saw her new self, bland and conformed, her waltz into their circle was no longer ignored- 

Their hearts were cold as ice, as sharp as a blade

The naive girl should have stayed away-

Her dream had come true, but she felt the same, and she was the only one to blame -

Aspirations killed and hopes gone, all for nothing but a meaningless bond - 

Being different is not a plague, and the girl now saw that clear-

Her mind had been infected by a terrible fear-

As the ice began to melt and flowers bloomed-

Her world became brighter, she did not feel wholly doomed-

When she went left, others turned right-

Yet that was my power, my difference, and my might.