She

She made people uncomfortable.
Not by how she dressed (well, maybe sometimes)
Not the way she wore her hair (well, maybe other times)
There was just *something* about her.
No one put their finger on the same point:
'It's the way she looks at you.'
'It's the way she speaks.'
'It's the way she sits. Well...not how she sits, but the way she is...just...THERE.'
Yes -- they all agreed on that. It was that she WAS.

The real problem is she saw through them.
Their inadequacies were reflected by her eyes.
Their facades cut by her words.
Their insecurities beat with her heart.

They decided it best to ignore her. And while they did, their efforts were palpable.
As if she was their tell-tale heart,
Driving them all to madness by their shortcomings and doubts.

Originally written April 9, 2014


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