Why Poem by Amy Marie

Childhood
Paints her dying lips in cherry red
To conceal herself – Why?

Rage and Age
Couple privately by the beaten window
Beneath Destiny's life – Why?

Childhood's mirror on her wall hangs
In ancient worn twigs lined
To display her 'image' – Why?

Gazes she into herself
Within a depth of silver
With an aching crack
The Crack of Conformity
WHY

Conformity
Her scarf ties
Around Childhood's frail neck.

See it
It's knitted in a million knots
Just like Social Interaction herself!
WHY