I am a story

my existence made for people to enjoy.

They skip over me

flip

flip

flip

to see only the things they want to see

not what they need to see.

I am a tree

tall and skinny

my roots run deep

and my leaves are big,

and grow up high.

Nearby are my family trees,

from which my seed came.

A bit further are my friends

of all shapes kinds and sizes.

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