Self expression
Me, a two letter word that is the same word for everyone but a different meaning for everyone.
Me, someone that looks put together but is really undone.
I am a redhead.
A athlete.
A student.
A daughter.
A friend.
But still no one.
To our world I’m just 0.000000000000143% of the seven billion.
A speck.
A dot.
But that doesn’t matter to me.
I wake up at 5 to cockadooodledoo with the rosters.
I watch cheesy romantic comedies to watch the guy get the girl.
I like to say “Sally sells seashells by the seashore” until I mess up.
I read books until my eyes glaze over.
I do the unexpected because the expected is boring.
I stay up til’ 10 at night just so me and my dad can make tuna melt sandwiches and eat them together.
I cry when I think of all the times my dad could have died protecting me.
I am me.
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