Wrapped in self pity
She lives in constant tears
Entrapped in failure mentality
She treads on imaginary fears
Her world a virtual cubicle
Deficient of breathing air
To the darkness a tentacle
Enrolled herself by despair
Perennial pain she endures
In her safest zone
Her best friend, her Ego
Her side she departs not
When she lacks a place to go
Her mind is the best spot
They converse in a dialect
Only she and ‘herself’ know
She conforms not in intellect
A snub of the social flow
She is a lone runner
In her safest zone
Flaunting isn’t her fashion
Parading not trifle trinkets
Sororities hated with passion
Forbade touching the wickets
Her clique chosen with care
At the most they total two
Her burden if given to bear
Your own you wouldn’t too
A heroine indeed she is
In her safest zone
To hearsay she is deaf
Only lips show the motion
She partakes of no beef
That circulates in acclamation
Love, to her non existent
Her heart an empty shell
To it an active dissident
Hears no wedding bell
She clings on self adoration
In this safe zone
By Clifford B. Okumu
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