Good Girl

Inhale,
Exhale, and try not to cry.
Each breath a struggle to survive.
This body a prison
Bound by expectations.

Daddy always said, "Be a good girl."
I tried to live by his rules, but each limitation
Added a steel bar to my cage.
Trapped, constricted,
Bound by my convictions.

Fifteen going on forty-five
With a millennia of wisdom built on pain,
I do not belong and the society that forced
This old age upon me will never accept me.
I am alone.

My heart is a lost balloon,
Floating up to the heavens.
Drifted no on the wings of the wind
For eternities untold, weightless.
Forgotten.

Clouds float in ever blue skies,
Cornflowers and lavender sway in the breeze.
The colors of life pass me by,
Everything blurring to gray.
My heart the darkest of all.