She is...

Some days,
she is unstopable,
unbreakable.

But others...
she is breaking,
falling apart.

Her life is a roller coaster,
and her friends are there,
but not always.

Sometimes she rides alone,
but its ok,
her friends will be back on,
soon....

She is not "normal",
She is not "crazy",
She knows shes not the only one.
But if only she knew,
how extraordinary,
she really was.

When others laugh at her, she laughs along,
each time,
a knife through her heart.

When she makes a joke,
they laugh along.
Which is expected.

But when she cries,
she cries alone.

Her friends are too busy,
to pay a second glance.
She makes excuses,
she thinks its ok.

Shes almost like the sky;
When she shines,
they expect more.
When she cries,
they want her to get over it quickly.

She is lost,
wandering a lonely road.
Her friends?

They only hold her hand,
to steady themselves,
and then leave,
running,
expecting her to catch them as they fall....