I’m not your typical.

Iā€™M NOT YOUR TYPICAL

I’m not your typical girl next door. I’m not what you think at all.
I am merely a wife, a mother, a lover, and a friend.
I am a child trapped in the body of a woman
Who struggles to stand apart from the norm.
Though words spill from my hands like rain from a cloud.
Darkness looms ready in the soul beneath my flesh.
After years of abuse, neglectful words and sorrow.
It’s a surprise I didn’t end this life a long time ago.
Yet here I sit with my fingers at the ready,
To share with the world all that I wish to offer it.
Fantasies of a psychotic mixed with the love of a poet,
Songs from a writer who’s only instrument is her voice,
Stories from another life that fill pages of a fictional world.
And through thick and thin somehow I still survive
To write these words that help free my mind.
And what my heart can not bear, I bury away inside,
until it festers demonically into the words on a page.
These things keep me separated from a world of normalcy.
They make me the person that stands before you today.
So once again, just let me remind you as I stand to leave.
I’m not your typical girl next door. I’m not what you think at all.

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