Aloneness
isolated
endless.
In denim jeans
I’m the same.
But new school uniform
I’m the odd one out.
Private schoolgirl
arrives
awakens
rattles
the chip
on their shoulder.
Hiding
Turning
Running
Senseless low-act teasing.
Out of touch.
Completely
off
the
rails.
Big city girl
lost
misunderstood
in country town mentality.
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Stephanie ~ the poems
PoetryShe wanted to be known as the person she was and not who she had become. Until she was okay with who she had become. Then she wanted to be known as who she was and not who she had been. ~ These poems are inspired by the soon to be released novel Ste...
