Herself

A familiar, bubbly, noise burst around her
With every odd dance move and remark.
The sound of laughter fed her soul
And oblivious joy filled up the room.

Her light could light any dark,
While her darkness went unseen.
She never put down her smile
Afraid of losing laughs and finding herself.

Her true self, she knew, would struggle to fit in.
Her eyes would read between the lines.
Her ears would hear the undertones.
Her mouth would, finally, speak her mind.

Should she continue to conform instead,
While real happiness escaped herself?
Or would she thread outside the lines and,
realize there’s no real in for the self to fit?

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