Most of my Head is Here

This one day in 8th grade

I read this poem, silently,

couldn't remember what it said but

It was something that made me go, "Whoa! I like this!"

I went to Target and bought two notebooks

One baby blue and one black

and covered each one in stickers and odd things of me

So when you touch it, you know its mine

And if you opened the pages, the words were mine

Written in two notebooks, feeling divine, because

they were my words, in my two notebooks

And when I wrote, I wrote and wrote, 

until my mother comes in and says, "Why do you write so much?"

You write to learn how your mind thinks, you write to read your mind.

You write to express what you think, and how to read between the lines

You write to tell, and say, and explore what you cannot see

You write a lot to read some more, and learn how to understand me

I write as a hobby, it puts my mind at ease

I write because physically, my fingers have been set free

Not writing about historical things of mutually equal importance

Instead writing about, what make me, me.