Disgruntled Diversity

I’m nobody’s child but my own
hiding tantrums behind masks of illusion;
secretly unsettling behaviors
no one the wiser must see

Naughty or nice, I have my moments
acting-out in a characteristic way;
no one’s bearskin rug underfoot
trying not to be mistakenly forthright

Favorably fragmented by insanity
I mold change like putty in my hands;
feet firmly planted in reality’s hold
with hope as a treasured lucky charm

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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