ARitO -Part Two-

The Colors of the Wind
People continue to stare at me
Not for the same reason as aforementioned, however.
I have changed.
Again.
Back to myself
I slip into some baggy jeans
And a large shirt.

People say "she's lost it..."
I say "she's lost it, but now
She's gained it back."
I don't think they understand.
They've been the way they are for their entire lives, I imagine.
Popular
Fake.
They drag any unsuspecting person into the game.

My mother has cheered up a little since I've become myself again.
She thinks that her lectures have had some effect onme.
But they didn't.
I was tired of the game of charades that I was playing.
That was all...

The wind that had picked me up was none other than myself.