Esta Narcissus

Esta a childhood friend in a crowded room
she reigns with flair thinking she’s a queen
or at least a princess with her silken hair
her face aglow with ready laughter
 
her smiles are wide her eyes sparkles
soft spoken but with sharp-edged words  
like a whirlwind she spins her charms
behind her eyes inwardly scared
  
during each quiet moment she knows  
she is not liked by all around
as slight drizzles as morning dew
flitting butterfly,  fleeting in every round  
 
her stories remind me of Munchausen
a trip to the mall a grand adventure
meeting movie stars and handsome men
her tone begs to be heard
 
Esta, a jester in high heel shoes
a pretty girl in clown’s disguise
constantly knocking on closed doors
that open a crack, and close again