Thoughts

Me?

My birth certificate proves my age of fifteen

My hight and face gives me an appearance of a twelve year old

My weight is the same as a sixth grader

My hair color classifies me as stupid, unintelligent, and dull

My intellectual ability is beyond my years

My mind needs to be checked into a mental hospital

My friends comment on how quiet I am

My family mocks my opinions

My anxiety makes me feel useless and unimportant

My humor is lame

My exhaustion is the equivalent to an old lady

My heart is wild and foolish

But these things don't necessarily define me.... Right?