I let the jealousy drive me
I let the curiosity ride front seat
I laugh loudly
And I make stupid faces when they say something that I don't think is funny
I pretend I'm oblivious when I'm hyper-aware
I let myself fall and read into things that aren't true
I talk and I ramble and I go on and on even though the words I sputter don't make sense
You ask me who I am
I don't know.
I wish I did.
I'm not unique, unlike the meaning of my name.
I'm not pretty, like the other girls in my grade.
I'm trying hard, hanging on by the edge of a thread.
I don't know what to say to you when you ask me that.
I don't know yet
All I know, and all you need to know
Is
I am who I am

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broken, bitter unsaid things
PoesiaA collection of my poetry about things in my life that are not very frequently talked about. Let me know if reading these poems makes you want me to write a book using fictional characters but have the same plot as my life.