Trying To Fit Into Boxes

She is a teen No idea she is gorgeous Trying to be like other teens Not recognizing her own talents and uniqueness They wear a streak of blue in their hair, so she does too The “popular” teens, the ones she emulates Not recognizing her own talents or strengths I watch her try to fit into their unimaginative boxes, and I cringe. She is all that and more. She has no idea yet She will one day, but for now It is enough to wear the blue streak and feel popular She will not remember this when she has her own teen Wondering why they are trying so hard To be something less than themselves I watch and say nothing