I'm tired, tired of
seeing the world [and myself] through someone else's
eyes.
Sick of being that special
marionette people turn to
when they want a plaything.
I am a constant target of heartbreak,
caused by rowdy boys, in
games and dares.
I'm estranged, though thinking I'm popular,
thinking that I've
made progress, but I'm still
invisible.
The eyes i have, they are
aquamarine, the turquoise of
the mermaid's tail, that flashes and twists in my dreams,
longing to break free.
But I'm living through someone Else's eyes, and the
block my individuality,
dull those flashes, the flashes
that reflect on when I was happy.
The scales that are each part of my dreams,
from the mermaid tail that should be propelling me
to freedom,
but every time I try, the scales
break.
The lenses they gave; I can't see my tail, only feel the pain,
it is invisible.
My dreams, they shimmer into nothing,
finally, until I am
invisible
