Locked away in a closet.
Ostracised for being a crybaby
Hated by other girls for wearing frilly clothes
My clothes ironed to perfection
Hair pulled up into a ponytail
My mom loved those frilly dresses
But the others girls hated me for them
Hated me for dressing differently from everyone else years later
For my long hair that hid my face
Combat boots laced tightly
Ripped pants, Stephen King books tucked away in my book bag
Cutting away every long strand
Whispers about the girl who was different
Am I in love?
What is this horrid feeling I feel.....
Forgive me for not meeting you those nights.
Let me die in peace.
Kiss me and tell me that everything will be ok.
Tuck me in and tell me a bedtime story....