The brave girl I once was
has faded away with ostracizing girls—
painful words that stick to my mind like kudzu,
brainwashing me into believing
I am inferior.
Growing like weeds branching into my eyes,
creeping out of my mouth, becoming the punchline of my pain.
Constantly whispering the words,
so much they lose meaning. Not knowing if I ever was fine.
Conditioning myself to believe that this is normal—just a phase.
Everyone has these thoughts at this age.
I am not broken—just fitting in.
Finally showing up the ostracizing girls,
by burying the vines.
I am normal for once.
Smiling with tears down my face,
I am normal.