They don’t know me.
They think I’m just a quiet girl without enough courage to speak up for herself. The adjectives they use to describe me are smart and quiet. They know nothing about me.
They know nothing about the files stored on my computer, the thousands and thousands of beautiful words born from my brain.
They think I am just like everyone else, they do not have the intelligence to look past the surface and see who is buried beneath.
The funny thing is that I could change their perception of me in a moment. If I gave them all of my work, my poems, stories, and dreams they would see me in a different light.
But I don’t.
Everything I write has something of me in it, my essence, my feelings, my soul.
They don’t deserve to see it. They have done nothing to earn that right. I have nothing to prove to them.
They think I’m just a quiet girl without enough courage to speak up for herself. The adjectives they use to describe me are smart and quiet. They know nothing about me.
They know nothing about the files stored on my computer, the thousands and thousands of beautiful words born from my brain.
They think I am just like everyone else, they do not have the intelligence to look past the surface and see who is buried beneath.
The funny thing is that I could change their perception of me in a moment. If I gave them all of my work, my poems, stories, and dreams they would see me in a different light.
But I don’t.
Everything I write has something of me in it, my essence, my feelings, my soul.
They don’t deserve to see it. They have done nothing to earn that right. I have nothing to prove to them.
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