*misconception* Poem by Elizabeth Tyease Collins

Every night spent in tears takes a toll on her,
mixed emotions selfless statements portrayed,
the world had never seen such an empty child,
such an empty doll,
full of disbelief and the loss of faith,
loss of self proclaimed words or when to wait,
lost in a pool of her own waste she's captured,
trying aimlessly to see the world within,
trying to fit in with humanity without losing her sanity.

Every night she sits arms at her sides as the world
analyzes her every move,
ready to dictate and manipulate every breath that she
takes but she's merely a nobody to the universe,
just another one of 'those' people but cocked tight is the
bullet she's ready to shoot at anyone or anything that
intends to hurt her,
that intends to change her.

Still she'll look up at the sky and ask God why,
why her misery is holding her hand and leading
her to through trials of misconception and the dark
corners of misunderstanding,
internal struggles act out with physical notions,
hearts breaking and chaos controlling,
all in her head she was hanging her sanity,
just slowly by a thread.