Mess of thoughts

The forgotten girl

Somewhere on a train yet again she was
I saw her, and pointed a finger with wonder

"Mum, mum, who she is" I asked in surprise
She looked and muttered "The girl they all despise"

"But why" I questioned with a thought
She seemed peaceful yet somehow not?

"She chose to be different from us" my mum through her teeth gritted
But her eyes something else admitted

I might have been a child, but remorse i sensed
Did my mum really think, i was so dense?

"Mum, do you fear her life, or perhaps wish you could replace her, and do what you like?"

"Honey, you are young, you don't understand.
Her life is unstable, truly painful.

She doesn't have a family yet
Her husband she never met
Always speaking her truth
But is it really worth, wasting her youth? "

My mum her rant continued with endless passion
While i left her fast, in a fraction
My childhood mind wanted to know
Who is that lady, why they spoked so low

She was beautiful for sure
A book with her sit so secure

She was sitting calmly and projected stability
Oh such a beautiful change, for this world full of liability

She raised her head, and met my gaze
I became liquid, somehow dazed

We shared a moment of understanding
Like my childhood mind saw its ending

Her faith, i understood wasn't easy at all
But somehow, it felt as if it was my own?

Then, exactly I knew, some people were born too distinct
Their kind long extinct

Doomed to travel alone and create change
That others considered minor, and showed rage

I wished i wasn't like her, but fate was clear
I will be one of the lost ones, mum, can you hear?

So I came back, and held my mum,
Hugged her tight and hid under her arm

There i whispered lowly
"Prepare mum for when you'd behold me

When I'd give up my life to bring truth
And all you'd ever see, is my waste of youth"