Poem submission by doodlebimbee
Her life was a string of awkward moments no one else remembered.
“Who is this
Chameleon Girl?” when she entered a room they pretended not to notice her.
And she pretended to be a ghost.
She walked through hallways filled with glances that warped around and through her
always going somewhere
never where she was but she took up more space than a ghost.
She had a room full of memories that didn’t belong to her.
Sometimes she made up stories about the girl who lived there.
she looked at photos of fickle smiles and wondered,
Who is this