She dances through the air, versatile and free,
Yet society confines her, like a seedless tree.
A cool breeze she embodies, refreshing and chill,
Forced into the shadow of a shed, against her will.
She\'s poetry in free verse, defying all norms,
But her misunderstood words often take new forms.
Her story is endless, a book without end,
Yet society demands a closure to send.
In her fantasy world, a love story she weaves,
Reality\'s hustle makes her heart grieve.
No longer a poem, she\'s just a word in the crowd,
Lost in illusion, where self-hatred is allowed.