1am
On a Saturday
She sits there-
Drowning in her own self loathing
She yearns for-
Acceptance.
Not in society
Not in her family,
but in her own mind
Her mind is a gas station on a holiday
Complete chaos and turmoil
She is not just "sad"
She is unexplainable
She is hot, yet so cold
Worst of all
She fits yet not quite.