i am not a poet

i am a girl with too many feelings to hold in

but somehow

with an escape in dreams

reality is a nightmare

too dark to understand

yet just light enough to pass by

i do not write poetry

i write what i see down on paper

i want to be seen

though all i am is an invisible image

to the ones who i want to see me

i don’t fit into the category

that i would like to be placed

but labels are useless

my flaws block me

into a prison of self consciousness

of yes and no

i am not an average teenager

but a soul that has lived

far too many years too properly live

i don’t like playing pretend

because life is a play

though when needed

i stand in

saying my lines

thoughts screaming too loud to be understood

to be sorted out

everything is a mixture

i start one way

i end in another

i make too many errors

to be called human

but play the part so well

so this is my not so poetic poem

of who i am