She cannot believe the words she is hearing
The assumptions made about who, and what she is.
Where are they looking?
Then she feels for a moment that her ruse went too well
Her mask too inscrutable
Shaking her head, Katrina sighs
So long trying to be accepted, acceptable
Doing what they said
Tell the truth and be yourself
And she watched them back away into corners
Their faces pinched, closed even wary
This different one not the same as them
She peeled away the parts that didn’t match the pattern
They all followed the same one
Till she could bear no more and had to let the pieces return
To where they belong
And she stands proud like beast set free from a yoke
This is me she says without fear
Well maybe a little but not enough to stop her now
Not any more
She hears words of what they assumed she liked
Imagined how she thought or felt
She laughs loudly the melody new and unfettered
Finally she is free from expectations
Katrina will be unafraid from now only herself.
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She gets exactly zero sympathy from me.