The New Girl

All my life

I have been the new kid

The one searching desperately

For a niche


The girl

Who went into a classroom

Of “friends for years”

Knowing no one


The soul

Wanting only acceptance

The ease to be herself

Without judgment


Only acting

As she pleased without thought

Being comfortable when everyone laughed

Instead of questioning why


To live

And breathe and smile

Living in the moment

Being the best she could be


Without trying to play the role

Of someone on stage

Vying for attention

Wishing for someone to want to know her name


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