Two Worlds

There’s a world of make believe
Where people care and I matter
A fantasy land where plump is perfection
Where shyness is recognized for what it is – acceptable
A place I am at peace
Where I am happy
Back in reality
I belong no where
Not even among the misfits
Aloof is seen as haughty
Softly rounded equals rotund
I am less than nothing
And made to feel worse every day
So I don a suit of toughness
Shielding my true nature from those who would use it against me
And become someone so far removed from who I am
That those who might have loved me
Have no chance at ever finding their way to the real me