I'm definitely not perfect. Or anywhere close. 

I'm the back up. The second choice. 

Sometimes I'm not even a choice at all. 

The quiet person sitting in the back of the class. 

The one that gets made fun of. 

The one that always bottles up her emotions. 

That's why I write. To leave reality. 

To make up my own characters. 

My own story. 

My own ending. 

I might never have a happy ending myself but at least I can give somebody else theirs.