She’s trapped in an everlasting
bubble catered to her innocence
one that prevents her from
touching
stroking
embracing
it’s the one thing that keeps her distant
from society’s Normalities
She longs to hold on to you
though the trembling
and shaking has put a
doorstop in front of all her simple fantasies
She’s Untouched
held captive by her isolation
that dawn wishes to breach
though Night is her only day
she so very much wishes to dwell in
she wonders why the disconnect
the indifference
the numbness
prevails when her soul feels
any ounce of gratitude
showed by those who admire her
Perhaps she doesn’t feel worthy
for Unhappily-Ever-Afters
are all too familiar to her.
These peculiar ideas of
contentment
complacency
or that term her peers speak of
‘’Happiness’’
is as much Fantasy in her eyes
as the unicorn that is residing
in the Attic above her haunted bedroom
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 