To kill a mockingbird
Of mice and men
Sookie Stackhouse Series
I hated the chapped lips I always had.
I hated that fact I had to practice my solo 7 hours a day.
If i abandoned all I know... what do I know?
so many questions now...
She walks to the sea
She holds a bowl of her tears
She sets it into the waves of the sea
She watches it go out into the deep
She hopes it returns empty of her tearsempty of her sorrowempty of anything She lays on the sand and rests her eyes until the sun shines
She craws up to her feet
She sees her bowl is backIt still holds her tears She falls on her knees as tears roll down her face
She whispers "This is it"
I'm not the scientist my mom thought I would grow up to be. I'm not the veterinarian I told my aunt I wanted to be when I was in 8th grade. I'm not the next Nobel Peace Prize winner my grandma wanted me to be. I'm not a star drag queen my friends thought I might be. I'm me. And me is a nobody, a nothing. I hide away with my books in a room that had been violated while I was away. The one place I had to feel like a somebody and something worth more than nothing was taken from me. Now i'm a nobody