she never gets stuck
she never gets bad news
or falls in the middle of all the mud that just sits and
sits and boils with the sun
And never cries and never screams and never knows.
Never finds out the things that stop you from breathing ,
stop you from believing what you wanted to believe
about him or about her or about -it-
about the world.
She has never been late
She's never been caught
She's never fought, not even with herself
And never needed to be where she didn't want to be.
I was cold and stupid where I stood, and even someday I'll be thankful everyone was staring.