I think this poem was written by a school child of her experience of being the one who does not fit in with the rest of the class.
ONE OF MANY.
The class is a many-headed dragon
that you wouldn't want to take on in a fight.
I am one of the heads
that has learned to speak, nod and smile.
God forbid that I start to cry,
look worried or hurt, sad or meek.
The others would all laugh their heads off at me,
what a wimp, a weirdo, a freak.
That's why I'm one of those many heads
who know how to nod, smile and speak.
My laughter hidden from the rest
like golden butterflies.
I think that I was that head!!
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