Flying Blind

She is a shy girl, withdrawn

But everyone knows

There is something different

She laughs too hard

Smiles too big

Pats a shoulder or back

With too much mirth

She tries too hard

To be normal

Though it is plain

That she is not

She is too clean

Too neat

Too normal

Each rejection pushes her more

Makes her try harder

Makes her even stranger

Weaker

She is breaking, brittle

Bones crackling

Skin peeling

She is disappearing

Just because we could not handle

An angel