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Fluffy

She swings her hair across her shoulder,

Turns to stare with a look that will smoulder,

A gentle smile plays at her lips,

She walks with a sway and swagger to her hips.

Confidence permeates her air,

A bark of laughter will catch you unaware,

Caring and compassionate she’ll draw you in,

With attitude and strength, she’ll get under your skin.

Determined to do what’s right,

She holds her head high and steps into the light,

To be told that she’s wrong with a bad attitude,

“You need to smile, be fake and change your mood.”

“Be fluffy, be false, be nice, be anything but you,”

“We all pretend and so you should too,”

The smiles slowly slips,

The replies getting stuck on her lips,

She tries again her confidence back,

A laugh and a joke but they don’t backtrack,

The light starts to die and she becomes subdued,

Wondering how the hell this is how she is viewed.

Out of them room with a fake smile on her face,

Trying to work out how to get out of this place,

“She’ll be a bad influence with an attitude like that,”

“I know it’s just confidence but try and rain it back,”

“Don’t forget to be fluffy is my one bit of advice,”

“Well that, and just pretend to be nice.”

She sits and she watches and she takes the abuse,

Not knowing if she even has a use,

Inside there’s a spark that slowly starts to burn,

As anger takes over and self-righteousness takes a turn.

Light forms in the back of her eyes,

She throws a fake smile at the ones who criticise,

A mantra forms inside her head,

Knowing that really she has been misread.

Niggling doubt tries to make itself known,

Leaving her feeling for a moment alone,

Shaking her head she digs down deep,

Knowing inside she’ll never be a sheep.

She walks out the door with a confident stride,

Knowing no matter what that at least she tried,

A thought bubbles up and she throws out a laugh,

As she remembers that fluffy is a three-headed bad ass.