Monday, February 23, 2015
The intruder glares me down
She whispers, “I don’t belong.”
And continues, “I know this isn’t a place I should be.”
But she stays
Stays, in hope that she finds a place in this wretched land- a place where she can belong.
I believe that she is only trying to convince herself of this idea that there is a place for her here
I believe that she is actually held captive by my
-- Our cruel world.
She only wishes to belong
But every attempt at fitting in only makes people reject her more
There was a time that the intruder was compatible and she found comfort in being here
But the endless incantations slowly slipped into her mind making a permanent residence there; much as she is becoming a permanent entity of my-- their world
She sits in the corner, with her glaring eyes
She silently watches everyone and drinks the poison- supplied by long- time residents of this place.
Her one and only hope is that an escape will appear before death answers her pleas.