different

A Poem by Sunny

Transitioning into a late teen should feel similar to that of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Instead it feels like hell

not her. She’s different from them all
she’s quiet. she’s different
why won’t she take a photo, she looks good
she doesn’t like to take them
that’s weird
she's different from them all
what is wrong with you
why do you act like that
like what. like that.
she's different
she cries and soaks her pillow
what is wrong with you
different from them all