A paradox of biter resentment

Choking on possibility

Hollow and silent aching in fear

As the girl realized she was born wrong

For she could describe her life in one word inadequate

Tripping through life with the bruises of the past holding her back

The girl bleed in ink and wept onto paper

For that was all she had

So as she followed along to the expectations of life

She felt her bones scream out when she could not

For the girl wasn’t meant for this life

She was never supposed to be a clog

She was supposed to dance through the streets

Bask in the sun

Laugh with her friends

The girl was supposed to be happy

But happiness was always out of her reach

So she sat and wept

Clinging onto her resentment

As she wished for better

A day when the girl could just be

For living as a paradox had left her choking on dreams

And her nightmares felt safer then her days awake

So in the dark of night she stood hollow and silent

Reaching out for a hand that would never come

For happiness was always out of reach