In Pieces

Flashbacks. Falling. Failing. Fading.
A taunt here, a scoff there
Is enough now to trigger what lies suppressed in here
Early memories of muffled cries
Wiping off a tear before it dries under the pressure of disappointed eyes.

The stupid child seeking love
The dull one trying too hard to be loved
Beaten for a half, hated for a quarter reasons
Liked for a little, her existence always in pieces.

She tells me that she is on the outside
Of love, of life- an outsider
Like in the indefinite time between two snapshots
Or at the bottom of a dried flower pot;
I peep into their hearts, I lay it bare
A nobody- I don't find her there.

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