A shy and crippled creature
At home with the
unicorns
Living with the horses
won't survive
Unless one sees her for
what she it
Peaking in car windows
Pausing at store fronts
Hard to tell escapism
apart from plain narcisism
Seeing not what's
through
But what's reflected
back
When you're looking at
yourself it means you must be someone else
Going to a movie
Standing at a show
Hard to tell
inattention apart from imagination
Hearing not what's on
stage
But what's in one's own
head
When you're listening
to yourself it means you're really somewhere else
It's true
A little true
A little bit she needed you
Thought not a glass menagerie still
it's nice to know
That her world is beautiful to you too
Feeling someone awkward
Feeling out of place
Hard to tell interior
apart from wha'ts exterior
Craving recognition
Hiding from it too
When you're conscious
of yourself you're not of much anything else
Being asked some
questions
Asking in return
Hard to tell pure
politeness apart from genuine interest
Time accelerating
With answers being heard
When you lose track of
yourself you're being found by someone else
It's true
A little true
A little bit she needed you
Thought not a glass menagerie still
it's nice to know
That her world is beautiful to you too
A strong
and assured creature
Might befriend the
unicorns if one arrives
To see her for what she
is