How Odd
How odd she was
Graceful in her own chaos
Believing in devils and angels and fairies
She was a genius of sorts
In one ear, not aware
Out her mouth, people stare
Her eyes twinkling with excitement misunderstood
She saw questioning gazes, inspired peers
Grinning back to even glares
How odd she was
Comfortable in her own skin
How odd she was
Smiling at the screen
Watching, thinking, creating, making
She was a savior of sorts
Laughing, grinning
Listening, telling
Understanding eyes shining with glee
She inspired the gazes; questioned her peers
Quoting the shows with ease
How odd she was
Comfortable in her own skin
Written for a friend from high school who showed me that its okay to be yourself.
Copyright © Lyric Canna | Year Posted 2021
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