Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on May 12, 2012 0 Comments

I look around

Trying to find a friendly face in the crowd

They’re all waiting

Waiting for me to fail


I used to have a peaceful life

PLaying in the woods

With a few friends of mine

Vowed we’d be sisters forever

Though we knew society wouldn’t allow


I look around

I need a friendly face

Gotta go face the judges

Time to pay for my crimes

Of just being me


No longer a child

Not wanting to conform

Now I gotta keep my eyes open

Waiting for the fall out


There’s whispers behind my back

Which is worse?


I need a friendly face

My friends have conformed

Now I’m alone

Eyes open all the time

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