Everyday
Every eye
That saw through me;
Strangers and friends;
Empty hearts and blank faces;
Sounding trumpets
With failing attempts to fit
Every personality
into square boxes
they've been carrying
all their lives;
Breaking, beating, moulding
into acceptable standards
what they cannot fathom
beyond the square edges
of their padlocked life's learning -
This one time,
I flipped.
