While trying to ignore what they should be.
That is where I am..
I hate to disappoint you.
You ask, who I am.
Well, who am I?
I couldn't answer that if I tried. But what I do know is what soul my human possess.
Who I am ?
I am the girl who sits in the back of the classroom. Head bowed as if I were to pray to a God. Headphones in, music on full.
I am the girl who cries to the moon when no one is watching.
I cringe and sustain my putrid thoughts as a simple object appears on the TV screen.
I am the person who craves to be noticed by the teacher and to be patted on the back.
I am the girl who dreads to be called on by the teacher.
I have a monster growing inside me, begging to break free. To bounce from wall to wall, tearing every happiness the walls contain.
I've seen things I wish I could erase with the snap of my fingers; but I. I am no angel.
But I am no devil.
I am a girl who tries to be avoided. But wants to be heard.
You will see me with my face towards the ground and my mind in the clouds.
With music blaring through my soul, with my hood caped over my forehead trying not to bump into anyone.
I am the soul that aches to be among the stars who shine so bright.
Never care how bright the other stars are.
Who am I?
I am the girl who's name you have forgotten as soon as I left the room.
I am the girl who hides behind baggy clothes and poetry.
Wondering if I will ever be brave enough to speak to the world.
I am the girl who relates to adults more than kids her own age.
I, I am the girl who will always smile back at you while passing through the hallway.
I am not the girl who tends to reach out to strangers unless dire.
I am not the girl who likes to talk about herself or her problems.
I am not the girl who will invite you and vile you with poison dripping from my tongue.
I am not the girl who will take a risk without ripping my hair out and cry with panic.
Who am I?
I don't know..
...
Who am I?
I am the girl...
