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a little poem

i have spent my life, feeling too small
the space too big, i couldn’t fill it all
they asked for a sun, sparkling and bright
i, a small crescent moon on a wintery night
they needed a daughter, they wanted a friend
love, i was told, means having to bend
i’ve perfected the chatter, i’ve mastered the charm
that it’s not what i want, causes no one alarm
showing your face is how you show them you care
confess that my heart prefers ink, i could never dare
this is human they say, this is what you should want
i smile and nod, though it feels like a taunt
they delight in the butterfly, lovely in june
i envy the caterpillar in its cocoon
they ache for connection, their intentions are pure
i’m strange and i’m different, of this much i’m sure