Fit into your ideals

Words flow from your lips like honey.
Others swoon to your charm and witty thoughts.
Getting along with the giddy girls and wise women.
I am an abomination to your world.
My sloppy incoherant ramblings of my life
my character shaded by the bridges burned from others souls
I love you but my dim witted smile wont fit into your perfect conforming world.
your ideals that fit ever girl but this one.
i am a lost soul that wonders around aimless for the place i belong.
no begging comes from me i will not laugh or be a puppet on a string to amuse others.
my thoughts scramble for your attention. If i wear a designer show gown will that put a good  front on to fool you?
if i wear high heels will they impress your guest?
upon their high and mighty brows they think and know they are better then me.
they act on me as their charity case. I am independant, bold and extreme
my soul screams to tell you let us leave this place. You will not go.
Your ideals fit here and mr. popular has the stage.
ill fit into your ideals the only way i know.
i am alone. i throw my heels in the shrubs and run down the stairs.
my head aches, freedom rings in the hall . i run out the door.
down the street i run barefoot and crying not because i have lost you but because i have found freedom.