You think I am
Some pathetic girl
Who has an obsession with
Anything nerdy
Be it band or atoms or English
You think I am
This random girl
That showed up last fall
And keeps complaining
About the size of her old school
In comparison to this one.
You think I am
A weird teenager
Listening to obscure music
That not even the Hipsters listen to
And couldn't look less normal.
But you don't know me in the slightest.
I am really a girl whose parents
Divorced when she was four,
Who is beyond angry with her father
And his lack of effort at being one,
Who appreciates music with
More thought than drink, drugs, and sex,
Who goes home every day to a controlling and
Often verbally abusive little brother,
Who wants to cry several nights a week
So she can get it all out,
Who immerses herself in things requiring
A functional brain to truly be appreciated,
Who tells her feelings to online friends because
They won't end up telling anybody at school,
Who can't figure out who to trust
With her secrets anymore,
Who is unsure of her own
Sexual orientation,
Who has wondered what it is like to die
But will never be brave enough--
That's who I am.
You don't know me.
So forget me.
I know you will in 2 minutes anyway.
YOU ARE READING
You Think I Am
Teen FictionA poem I wrote for my Pre-AP Literature class a couple weeks ago. I followed the assignment completely- I was honest, I compared who people perceive me to be versus who I am, I was revealing, and I used my own voice and opinions.
