Honestly

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I am a girl,

I am 17.


I am a Pastor's Daughter,

A "PK" if you will.

That said,

Most people don't even bother to remember my name.


I am 1 out of 4,

Simply my brothers and me.


Ever since I can last remember,

I have been different,

I have been unique, to say the least.


I have always been Me.


There are times when that in itself doesn't go well.

I am energetic,

I am quiet.

I hang with my friends - though not very many.


I keep to myself,

I am open,

I am reserved.


I like to play games,

I'd rather read a book.


I'll stay on the computer,

I'll jam to my music,

I'll call a friend,

Maybe ask them over.


I'm simple,

I'm complex,

Nothing worse than that!


I share many stories,

I have my secrets.


I won't talk very much,

I'll always listen.


I love a good battle,

I'm a lover not a fighter.


I wouldn't consider myself school smart,

There are those who would disagree,

I'm street smart more than anything else.


I love seeing the world,

I want to stay at home.


I am one thing,

Yet I am another.


There are people,

They don't know me,

Yet they feel they can judge me,

Even control me.


I will not be Tamed.


If its an adult or kids my own age,

It doesn't matter.

I can normally tell when a person Hates me.

Other's will say, "Don't be silly" or simply "You have quite the imagination young lady"

Don't Patronize me!


Its this sense I have,

Though others don't understand.

Trust me, I can just tell.

It's Obvious to me.


Like when I was younger,

A friend,

A church member,

Even my school teachers,

There's always at least one who dares to take me on.


I know I can be quiet and keep to myself,

But I will Never be Bullied!

Not by a Soul....


Push me,

I push back,

Sometimes even harder than that.

That gives them a shock! Hahaha!


I defend my Beliefs,

I'll defend my Family.

I send out the message "Don't Mess With Me!"


They try to poke and make fun of me,

They'll call me names,

To say the least....


They turn their backs,

I'll turn mine.


They don't want me around,

I don't wanna be around.


They hang in their corner,

I'll hang in mine.


I am an Island,

That's always been fine.


If they want, they can come over,

For any amount of time,

I won't mind.


You talk to me,

I'll talk to you.


You hang with me,

I'll stick with you.


You get threatened,

I'll stand up for you.


You cry,

I'll cry with you.


Your angry,

I'll be angry too.


You be a friend to me,

I'll always be a friend to you.


Its simply the way I am,

And have always been.


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Created on November 01, 2012

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