That Girl


That Girl

I was the girl to sit in the back of the room
I was the girl to be picked last
I was the girl left out
I was the girl to make jokes with no response
I was the girl people made fun of
I was that girl

That girl is like a shell trapped at the bottom of a sea
New
Unopen
Trapped by everyone and everything that surrounds her
Not knowing her place or where to go
But am I the only one? I ask myself as I ponder that thought of being ‘normal’

Normal
Standard
Ordinary
Expected
Is that me?
Is that who I should become to be considered ‘normal’
To be the girl sat by many friends
To be the girl that makes conversation
To be the girl that jokes with a laugh in return
To be the girl that makes fun of people

Is that me? I ask myself as I sit trapped at the bottom of the sea

To this day I ponder that thought
I will never be normal
I will never be exactly the person I am expected to be by many

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