The raging storm in her eyes
And the way that she carries herself
Tells me that we're different
In every shape, form, and fashion.
I am soldier, fighting only for myself;
She leads her own army.
Her stride puzzles me
She is a military commander
Her troops parade around her
Rallying and causing a ruckus,
Disturbing the common people.
When the battle is finished,
She retreats with her head bowed
As if her forces did not meet
Her high expectations,
Even though she was victorious in her cause.
As if she did not wish to lead
The exclusive band of people
Most wish to be a part of.
I watch from a distance,
Pitying the girl-leader whom everyone
Is curious about.
