The One
I can only be one.
The funny one.
The kind one.
Or even the silly one.
But I’m just the crazy one.
In every group I try.
But I always give myself away.
I implode with twitching,
My rambling, and sticking my tongue out.
Suddenly I am monstrous.
They walk away, trying not to run or laugh.
They’ll never know that I can be funny or kind or silly.
I never got that chance to try.
I can only be myself.
I can only be one.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2023
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