Prisoner

In the morning, waiting for her ride to school she would wait by the window and panic,

worried they wouldn’t show.

When she got to school and walked the halls, she felt them stare, till she was just a spec, wondering why she couldn’t be big like them.

Sometimes she would hear voices talking down to her, so she stopped looking up.

Her voice became so small that when she spoke, no one could hear her,

so she stopped talking.

It all became too much for her.

She wouldn’t go anywhere, her eyes were always flooded because her spirit was drowning.

She would sit in her room and look at the stucco on the ceiling, daydreaming the dots were clouds. That’s the only time her soul felt free.

And what hurt the most,

was people calling her crazy.

©️Heather Lynn Matthews

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