Different

How much longer can she survive
Living behind those fake smiles
And polite conversations
Tuning her words
The manner her peers deem fit
Resculpting her likes and dislikes
In the attempt to merge
Into her circle of 'friends?'

How long can she allow the swells of music
To act as a shelter to her grief
And mask her sobs
As each tear squeezes her heart vacant?
How long can she just exist
Before she loses her identity altogether?

How long?

Will she ever get to break into a smile again
The way she used to
At something as simple as a bird taking flight
Or the wind, gently rocking the leaves shining in the sun
Or just because the sky is so blue?

Will she be able to unburden herself
From being someone who sits quietly when the song in her heart quivers for release
From speaking a language rudimentary, when her mind wants to speak the algorithms of life
From having to be formal and proper when all she wants to do is jive
Will she ever be allowed to be herself?
Unattacked?
Unjudged?
Unaltered?
Unsmothered?

Being so pestered that she's different
She's forced to turn into someone different from herself
Give her a chance
Before she turns indifferent

If she can accept you
Unquestioned
Why cant you do the same with her?