The Real Mee

Alone

In the world

I cried

To no one

Who cared

So I learned

My voice

Doesn't matter

I grew up

Quiet

And afraid

If I were disagreeable

I would be shipped off

To another family

In another country

Fear

As my breakfast

Lunch

And dinner

Made me vulnerable

To predators

At first

It was junior predators

And then

Full blown

I

Never

Said

A

Word

Until the rage built

And the cage broke

And I replaced it

With a wall

Insurmountable

By nearly all

But the pen

Being mightier

Than the sword

Penetrated

My defenses

And I was

Shattered

In a way

As a kintsugi

I would shine brighter

Than any other

But I survived

And I

By some standards

Thrived

By others

I may be

Deprived

Possibly

Even

Deranged

Definitely

Estranged

From the truth

Of who I am

Because mirrors

Cause me pain

And my favorite season

Is rain

(Yeah I know that's not a real season

and no it wasn't just a stretch for a rhyme)

I am Mee

And if you get me

I'm sorry

For the hardship

That has been

Your life

But I appreciate

Not being alone

In my strife

And I believe

In the power

Of connection

As completely

As I can be seen

Burning bridges

I guess life

Has not yet worn down

All the ridges

Maybe

Next year

Things will be smooth