Third Person

She was different
always has been
From the second
she greeted the
world before it
was ready for her
grand entrance 
She was captivated
by different stories
Living amongst the world
invisible to most eyes

She could see
the beauty in what
most souls found
sad
Her perspective
was different
Her words
stammered
off her tongue
She slowly
learned not
to let that
stop her
from sharing
her thoughts

Her light doesn't
reflect through
spoken words but
rather through
words written
Her mind delays
sometimes when
she has something
to say
Her speech abruptly
disconnecting from
her thoughts 
Leaving her to
repeat the word
she's already spoken
three times more