You can't judge me upon my appearance
You'll always be wrong
You can identify how I am sometimes by the way I dress
But even then...
On a normal day, I wear all black
Skinny jeans, and a hoodie
A fake tattoo on my left arm
And bracelets on my wrist, a necklace around my neck, earrings in my ear, and a ring on my finger
I look like a delinquent
Well besides the fact that I give a smile and wave to everyone
And my ever so tough vibe that meekly croaks, "please push me over onto the tracks, thanks"
You could also throw in the fact that I'm a pacifist and I'm more likely to jump into the tracks than cause trouble
But besides all that of course
I look like a delinquent and that's all that matters, right?
Sometimes on days the when I don't have the confidence I need,
I dress up
Skinny jeans and a button up shirt
A leather jacket and a Norwegian necklace that is said to help me always find my way
A sharpied on black semicolon on my wrist
And mascara to motivate me to not have a breakdown and cry
I look powerful
And feel powerful for the first couple hours
Until vulnerability kicks in
And I'm weak again
I'm not the person you think I am
I'm not the teenager you predict
I'm not the troublemaker you have to keep your eye on
I'm not the kind of person that can be nailed into one box
I'm not the person you think I am
So stop guessing
YOU ARE READING
Violently Silent : Poetry
PoetryFrom the LGBTQ+ subjects that some consider taboo to the abandonment of others because of the things we cannot control, this poetry book covers all the things you'd normally not hear about. Everyone tries to keep us quiet. And I think it's about tim...
