I Am Not What You Think

November 8, 2013

I am seen as

untouchable. unbreakable.

I am the girl who walked through fire,

I am the girl who braved the storm.

I am told every day that I am

brave. noble.

I am neither; I'm just doing the best I can.

I am not untouchable. I am not unbreakable.

I am a mess of scars and tangled thoughts,

my mind troubled by "what if?"

and "what now?"

I walked through the fire, made it out burned.

I braved the storm, came out broken and bruised.

I am not brave.

I am seventeen and scared.

I am not noble.

I'm just a person in over her head.

Nobody should have to feel alone, helpless.

I'm just trying to be a light in the dark.

I brighten the way and do my best to be there when I'm needed.

I'm a beacon, I attract the broken,

and when I save them, a part of me breaks.

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