Staring out into the orange red sunset, I couldn't help but frown.
Was this how people really saw me?
I let the warmth of the sun kiss my face, silently, as if it was saying farewell to me, in a silent goodbye.
I love how people make assumptions about who I am, and how I act without getting to know me,
The sun was dipping lower and lower, as if it was in tune with my spirits, which too, were dipping lower and lower until my body felt dark inside much like it will be very soon.
No, the rumours you heard about me are false, the assumptions too far fetched.
You would too, know this if you took the time.
The time to get to know the real me.
YOU ARE READING
In the mind of a teenage girl
PoesiaPoems, and short stories about teenage life. Mainly about what goes on in mine, but you can probably relate to alot.
