Belonging

Wide, deep eyes that stand out
And intellegence that's understated
Among gangling limbs and dazzling smiles
Will always be disliked, hated

Her deep thoughts
Expressed freely, without inhibition,
Tend to puzzle her peers
Who can't relate to her speculation

So alone she stays
Alone in a crowd
With others moving around her freely
Lauging, gay, joyously loud

Will someone listen
To her heart's lonely song?
Will someone tell her
Where she belongs?

She's an adult in a child's body
Her understanding and maturity
Are found rarely, even in those grown
Yet adults regard her with incredulity

She's speaks enough to be their equal
She is still but a wee babe
Desperate, lost in her world
Berating God for the way her he made

Too old to be among her peers
Too young to be among those older
Too strange to be accepted anywhere
Every moment growing withdrawn, colder

Will someone listen
To her heart's lonely song?
Will someone tell her
Where she belongs?

She is imprisoned behind invisible walls
Secluded, unwanted, despondency grows
Her eyes become empty, lights no longer there
No one can understand her, this she knows

Strangely, she feels no pain
No greif, no sadness, not anymore
Just emptyness, cold and piercing
Her mind icy, her heart sore

Slowly, she ceases to exist
Those around her cannot fathom why
She was lively and exuberent once
Now nothing, no sound, no sight, nigh

No one listened
To her heart's lonely song
No one could tell her
Where she belonged