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The ordinary ones
Move in a pack
Callous/calloused and cruel
Aloof and unfeeling
I long to be part
But, they see something in/about me
I don't see or understand.
I smile & try
And it scares them.
So I retreat into my
Tender
Sweet
World of powder pink dreams
Where everyone is kind
And sing and dance
And share.
But, I stand alone
Wings clipped.
Fairy dust jarred.
Buck up buttercup.
I lower my voice
And make no eye contact.
Maybe I'll pass.
But, the soft fragile glitter fueled boy still lives within me.
So, today.
Just for today.
I am OK with that.