Keeping the Interloper Out

They fortified themselves into an Alamo of their own making Walled themselves to keep the weird one out –namely me. I thought it was brilliant, and it was totally unexpected. I knew them, and had no idea they were this creative I had grown up with them, in spite of them, fading them. My little sister wanted a window, but she was outvoted They had dusted off their sandals, they wanted nothing to do with me I had been born an interloper, and had remained an outsider all my life Which was okay with me, for I never felt less welcome anywhere Okay, maybe one place, but that was just for a couple of seconds. Finally my little sister escaped the family status quo She had never believed in my evilness, for she knew me She remembered some good things; maybe all good things I had adored her, and frankly, you cannot fool a child. She looked me up, and we began a friendship. It was an opportunity for me to worm my way back. But I was an eagle now, no longer a worm, So I allowed the walls to remain tightly bound shut Glad she had created a door though.