My Name is Pier

A vicious bulldog chained behind a fence

So melodious like singing winds

Super upbeat and booming like hip hop pop

I am a burning flame

Facing a brand new job with butterflies, planning a new future

Meeting that one... your best friend forever

A confused puppy locked in a kennel

An aggressive storm flodding towns

Abandoned... left behind in the rhythm

Still... stuck and dismayed in a hallway full of unfamiliarity

An insignificant human-being ridiculed about looks and size

Isolated and overwhelmed with slight depression

She's now lonely and sarcastic with disrespect

Skeptical about who will victimize her next

She has potential, confidence and filled with energy... but no one seems to notice

Hesitant to even remotely speak to a boy/guy

So open and optimistic and yet still taken for granted

Shocked that anyone would ever talk to her

Perplexed that she has even a few friends