A collection of poems by a loud mind

Loud thoughts of a quiet girl 2

                                 To the girl in my 4 grade homeroom who always smiled my way

I've always wanted to be "her."

She was outgoing, more open about herself than I'll ever be.  

She was loud, brave, and ambitious. She was always surrounded by people. 

Honestly, I didn't really want to be like her, 

but my mind told me it's what I wanted.

I knew I couldn't be her. 

Every day she talked to them, not me, was a reminder that I wasn't good enough.

I don't want to be her anymore.

Maybe because I'm too scared, 

or maybe because I always knew she was just as scared.

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She was one of my best friends

and when I began homeschooling, we lost touch.

I always looked up to her and her ability to communicate with others, 

but I knew she went through as much stuff as me 

and sometimes I could see through the mask 

which she noticed. I guess that was why she was so open with me.

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