You Think

Writen for a class.

You think I am just a girl

But really I question everything I am

Even what I was born with, even my orientation.

You think I am a star varsity athlete, whom succeeds, succeeds, and succeeds.

Really my mindset tells me I will never be good enough.

You think I am a simplistic female who reactions are dim and slow

Bur really I am so used to the abuse my reflexes have drifted away to dissipate into thin air.

You think I am a testosterone driven, vulgar partaker of group sex

A w***e, just damaged goods.

But really he raped me behind a church while my first love (his brother) urged the b*****d on.

 

You think I am a victim.

But really I am so far from such.

I am a poet, a competitor, an avid reader, a music fanatic, a Shakespeare lover, all with a taste for psychology and quantum mechanics.

I am more than a bong-ripping, joy-riding, knuckle-cracking, constantly-texting, genitalia wrapping teenager.

 

You think I used to cut myself for the attention

But really I think my scars are beautiful, they trace a warning never to reach that place again.

You think I hold too much muscle on my body

But really this strong flesh is my security blanket,

So I will never be forced into anything ever again while the sun still rises.

You think only veterans have PTSD

But really, I DO get flashbacks of her fingers at my throat every time my alabaster neck is grouped.

 

You think I am a victim!

But really I am grateful for everything that has happened in my short life. These confessions are what make me who I am.

My strength comes from my pain.

My spirit comes from my fears.

My individuality comes from my past.

But my smile…

Comes from knowing I am greater than you think I am.

You think I am…But I’m not.

 

Author's Note

Please give as much corrective critisisum and insight as you can! It will be very very appreciated.