What Should She Do

What should she do, The girl who wants to cry, But refuses to let tears fall. What should she do, The girl who wants to scream, Yet refuses to show pain. She has her friends, her family, And at times, It seems the whole world. What should she do, The girl with a smile on her face, But a scowl on her heart. The girl who loved to love life, Embraced being different, Yet was scorned, hated, And considered a waste of flesh and breath. What should she do, The girl who longs to go where There is happily ever after. Who writes and sings, Dances and draws, But no one sees who she is inside. The girl who saw in the shades of the rainbow, Yet was forced to see in grey black and white. Who wants to cause some damage, and raise a little hell. But when she steps out of the boundaries set for a perfect child, She is scolded and mocked. She longs to be free, To be herself. What should she do, The girl who wants only love, But is a marionette. The girl who has a mind and brains of her own, But is told not to use them, Because, then, then she would be an Individual. Her fate was decided, No questions asked. She has an obligation To be a generous person, While the real girl is clawin' at the walls. She doesn't mind the dark, Because that is her mind. She doesn't fear death, Because that is another thing layed before her, With no other options. She screams and scorns And dreams, Yet is only half molded, For the potter who molded her forgot To give her a mind that cared about the laws of society. She wants to speak her mind, But is afraid of the abuse she will suffer. She thinks she has only two options. One, To never really live and to be a mindless clone For her entire life, Or two, Give up on what she all ready seen, And know that she will never really be seen. That girl, That girl is me. I see her every day, Hear the words whispered, deep in her head. "Freak" "Nerd" "Emo" "*****" They rip me up, Tear me down, And scorn me. But I will become like the Phoenix And rise for my crumbled remains....