the room would spin
and my body was a home i was no longer welcome in
built walls around me because the laughter was too loud
different was bad.
i was sad but i never told
hiding the feelings behind closed doors sealed with locks or firm holds
it was a masquerade
and whoever had the prettiest red dress won the prize
my dress was blue
as was my heart and my hands and my eyes
but i didn't cry
i saved that for behind my mask
and each time it was plastered with more feathers and glitter to cover the past
it was a constant loop of that same day over and over
the same girls always won
the same red dresses were perfect and vibrant.
but i would never have a pretty red dress
so instead i wore a red heart like a badge beneath my skin
id never win
but then one day the world changed
the sky was as blue as me
but a whisper altered it to a pastel purple
one Person.
one Person said they liked my dress today.
and i still did not win
but all of the sudden a flood of emotion
bombarded my heart with all kinds of colors
whether your escaping your fears
or drowning in your own tears
just know that their are people who feel your pain
and are ready to grasp your arm and pull you off the edge
and show you the mirror that reflects each shimmering gemstone on you're beautiful blue dress.
being different is good
it feels so good to have friends
not the ones grasping red dresses off the hanger hooks
but the ones who love you for whatever color you wish to wear.
~vivi
