Who I Am

I'm the girl
who's only really hersef
when she's surrounded by friends
the one who only uses her voice
in her writing
the one who lives
a life inside the silence and beutifulness
of the world by itself
the one who smiles
as the snow tumbles
to the ground
the one who stares across the cafateria
at the boy in the Celtics T-shirt
the one who doesn't really care
about looking "pretty"
the one who just wants
a peacful and fair life
not a rich and powerful one
the one who sometimes
just wants to be herself
and yell out loud her thoughts
That one is me.

 

EverlastingWaves

VT

15 years old

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    skin pulled taut and tight
    burning like the light
    that seeps through cracks
    underneath the door

    from stray branches and walking
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