Hiding in plain sight,
Even from herself.
Striving to fit in,
When there exists no parallel.
Conforming with chameleon stealth,
To avoid the perceived inconvenience.
Of standing out within a crowd,
In the full exposure of her uniqueness.
Unable, in her egocentric view,
To recognize the fact.
That there is no same of which to adhere,
Many others too put on an act.
Why the need to find her way,
By following ways meant for another?
When spending time on her growth instead,
Would reveal the self she’s meant to discover.
I like to be alone, but,
What if I had no one?
Floating in space, no link,
By nothingness, overcome.
Solitude I cherish, but,
What if I become lost?
Make a wrong turn upon a path,
My goals of peace, for nought?
I’d rather stay to myself, but,
What if it’s not about me?
Hiding the chance to share my light,
And give love to those in need…
Taking a moment alone,
I consider being by myself.
Solitude at hand,
I need to get out of me for a spell…