Each day, thick silence
No one to talk to, not even friends
Parents present, their minds absent
Naturally distanced like I’m behind a fence.
Judged for looks, judged for disorder
Though I’m just trying to be normal
Never asked to be avoided like danger
But perhaps, I don’t hate it entirely either?
Though silence may be my anchor
Some company wouldn’t hurt either
Every day I drift apart further
My chipped pieces slipping between my fingers.
Now I’m dragged into a tangled mess
Involving a sceptre with a regal crest
A tight feeling constricts my chest
”Can I trust my decisiveness?”
~Lucina Celemine
(Protagonist of The Ruby Sceptre)
