Oh the tree that's so hard to hide,
The odd one out,
The old that stands out by others side.
The one that can only hide in a group equally as bright,
Why does it stay in a forest of green?
To feel special?
To feel seen?
The purple palace stands proud and bold.
Not to shame or to belittle,
She was placed there,
Forced to adapt,
To be sold.
She wishes on the stars,
For a dream of belonging.
She doesn't feel as seen as what the others might have been thinking.
She is ostracised subtly.
Her surroundings feel bipolar.
A cloudburst.
Sudden; unforeseen.
Yet, exposed to it for too long,
Its starts to becomes expected.
You feel attached to the environment you got so used to.
Now you...