Realitys Grasp

some troubles, venting poetry

If someone wrote a story about me

I wonder what it would be like

How others saw me.

I am unsure at times

Of where I stand

By what I do or say

I want to know what others see me as now

Am I just a blond?

An innocent?

A genius?

Does anyone see the reality with in me?

Not just the happy person that others see

Not the girl with her head in the books

No more dawn eyes looking up.

When will they notice that?

I don’t know what others see in me anymore

I am told often that im “cute”

“Smart”

“Athletic”

“Creative”

That I’m a “Ray of sunshine”

But why do these titles do nothing for me

Possibly because the people telling me this

Aren’t the guy I love