moving on...

...she's been locked away so long
in her own bubble
of what she thought
her life was supposed to look like
like that perfect family portrait
but if you look real close
you see her leaning forward
looking out with fervor
because she would rather be
anywhere else
and so she pulled her way out of that
picture, it took her years to find that
kind of strength, courage

this is different
things are different
people are different
they don't look at her the
same anymore
they see her as the outsider
the one to look out for,
they whisper to each other
staring at her
lips pulled back in
menacing smiles,
people who liked her story
where it was  
where they had only brief
encounters with the inside
where they could give advice
and walk back into their own
pretend, "perfect" lives


out here
she has become
larger than life,
she changed her story
she's still changing her story
and they don't like it
her world has shifted
into a whole new territory of...

sure they want to see her happy
but not happier than they are,
they decided to stay in those
portraits

somehow, she violated their worlds
by stepping out of hers...