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Alien

She had always been strange, or so people had said. Speaking at the wrong times, or not speaking when it was anticipated. Her ideas of the world confused her family and her so-called friends,  she was starting to feel alienated to the point of pure and utter exhaustion.

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Growing Roots

At my ugliest moments, and my proudest ones, I am nothing but a reflection.

Of my surroundings, of what I don’t want to be, and what I want to become

I am everything that feeds my soul, every breath I take, every drop of water that graces my skin

I am everyone I've ever known, yet I'm not the same as anyone else, not even close

My mother and father resent the qualities of themselves they happen to see in me ; The bad traits are like bark on our family tree, calluses on the story of life 

Anything good I’ve inherited has taught me well, or has at least kept me in survival mode thus far

I thank the clouds, for shading me temporarily from the eternal light of inevitability 

I know I will grow into myself, every possible version of ‘me’ will conjoin eventually

Carrying the past into the present, and then to the future  

I cannot escape becoming me, again and again 

So I embrace it, growing new roots where I am able 

I will contribute myself to the ultimate family tree, the tree of life

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Love;Life;Leaving

Seemingly, I am loved the least when I love the most

The more I explore the world, discovering new ways to live, the less I am accepted into this world i’ve created

People cannot handle creativity, or questions about things they thought they knew for sure 

It makes them scared, if they do not ‘know’ like they thought they did, what else is hiding in plain sight?

My own little bubble, it is becoming thin

The soapy surface is fading, i'm breaking free 

I didn’t think I ever wanted to, I wanted to stay in the warm little shell i’ve always occupied 

But look at this great big world, so many places to go that will not keep you locked away

I cannot stay in one place, i’ll melt to the ground

I need to keep moving so I don’t grow roots, planting myself wherever it is convenient

It’s hard to dig yourself up from the ground, even if you are not getting enough sun where you’ve settled

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