The search

She searched from left to right,
panicking with every fleeting second that passed.
She knew she wouldn't recognize her when she found her,
but she had to look.

They denied her the right,
the right to be who she was,
and wanted to be.
They wanted someone else.
She couldn't please everyone, or anyone,
although she desperately tried.

She tried to be "normal",
(Whatever that may be)
plain and ordinary.
But the person she had inside crept out,
and slowly took over the "normal -
what everyone wants" her.

They hated,
with hatred stronger than steel,
the person who she had inside.

She tried to find someone they all would like,
and be happy with, to be.
She got confused and frustrated.
She wasn't quite sure what to be
and for whom.

Her search continued...

Her mind was packed full of people to be,
things to say and ways to act.
Everyone noticed a change in her,
to everyone it was for the worse.
They all wanted the "real her".
But not even she knew who that was.

They denied her the right,
the right to be the person she is deep down.
She cried night after night not knowing who she was,
or who to be and who to be that person for.
She wanted back her rights.
The right to be, feel, think and act like who she is
and not who they think they want her to be.

All alone she searches for who she is.
being herself is defying her parents,
and is out of the question.
But being who she isn't is too.
She cried because they wanted the real her,
but they couldn't accept who she believe that might be.

She realized once your rights are gone,
getting them back is an unimaginable battle
with pain that makes your heart throb with pain.

She watched the blood drip into the white marble sink,
hoping as she grew weak that this would make her the person
that everyone has been wanting and has been waiting for.