Disliked 
As if gristle
Lodged in pork,
Surrounded by pig yet still being
Leftover,
    Unwanted.

Traumatized
Stands a swollen tree,
A work of nature's art,
Crafted by a bolt
Driven and embedded 
    Deeper
        Further
Wounding the sapling's wooden heart
To create a strong beauty
From juvenile sorrows.

Exploited
Like any kitchen table,
The back of every household,
Used repeatedly
Every expanse of it
Piled with plates,
Taken as granted,
Forsaken once unneeded...

They argue
What is this.
Sunny flower?
Milky weed?
I tell you it is neither
But a beautiful dandelion
That will grow
In spite of all
Harshness and cruelty
She faces,
That will blossom
And shine her golden soul
That the world will marvel at.

They will argue,
They will fight,
Don't mind them 
Dearest Dandelion,
Grow,
Shine,
Find your own way.
For in a meadow of
Tall, short, wide and thin,
Pink, orange, purple and blue,
You'll forever be ...

I can't describe this feeling
Directly
But I can communicate
My frustration at this endlessness
Through

Your computer game.
That new, long-awaited one,
Downloaded and tempting,
Which you finally open and
The joy of anticipation and relief
Floods you
And you play.

You play for a long time,
A while,
The clock ticks
And keeps ticking,
Yet you play
And keep playing.

You're submerged
Head to toe,
At first it is heavenly,
Then becomes repetitive,
Then common,
Now boring.

You're...

My definition of me
Is not
A girl
That figured herself out
Who knows exactly what to do
And is confident.

My definition of me
Is 
A poet
That is both sad and happy in a single day
Who is still confused about tomorrow
And keeps wondering
What is the definition of me?

I'm not really who you see.
That person
With limbs and a heart
With ears that hear your words
And eyes that see you speak.
That's not me you're talking to.
Take a look inside of what you see,
Beyond my head of hair and guts.
Come to realize who I truly am.

I is the mind
Capable of anything that I will please,
I make art
And think of worlds.

I exist in a cavity
Beyond the brain
Further...

Pushed away, favoured to the other of the mothers suckle,
Starts the loosening of her grasp.
Blows from words,
Ignorance to the left-behind,
Her mind activates it's abyss and
Begins the slip of her loose hand. 
People leave
For she can't attach herself to themselves,
Their expectations and perception,
And the concept of socializing doesn't cling,
It stings.

She's there,
She's seen,
But inside she's in between.
Still alive in the material world,
Still slipping. 
Elsewhere.
Inside.
Within,
Her Mind.

Reset.
Restart.
Redo.
    Undo.

My brain.
My heart.
My thoughts.
    All skewed.

Your comments,
remarks,
sneers,
    disdain.

What I said,
What I think,
How I think,
How I say.

What I know,
What I don't,
How I don't know
    What I know.

What I love,
What I hate,
How I love
    What I hate.

What I did,
What I didn't,
    How I regret it either way.

Free me,
Clean me,
Sanctify me,
    
    Reset me.    

 

Thank you, Parents,
For softening my fall
When you were too late to catch me,

You didn't watch
Nor mourn as if I already died,
Thank you.

I fell; let go,
I was holding on before,
    not now.

Thank you for reaching out your hands,
Giving me something to grab hold of,
    to hold on to while I was deciding,
         not sure whether I wanted to survive or not.
Thank you for extending, trying to get...