Who is this girl I see in the mirror?

This girl’s eyes full of fear, caused by

Demons whispering in her ears.

Scared one day their words won’t be lies.

She holds on, trying not to cry.

Each day wanting to die,

She finally cries.

Blondes are

Stupid

Popular

Ditsy

Un-athletic

Girly girls

Blonde is a label

Look at my personality

Look past my hair

Blonde is not me

I am

Smart

Athletic

Messy

Hiding in the background.

Behind everything and everybody.

I’m missing something in me.

I wait at the end of the mat thinking those thoughts.

Thinking as hard as my brain would let me.

When I’m starting to run...

What is life?

Is it the short time between birth and death?

Is it a chance to do something?

If it is, then what?

Do we pursue happiness?

Do we try to help others?

Or are we all here to fulfill a purpose?