A dictionary of over 7 billion names

We are all one

Important enough to be recognized

But not enough to be noticed

Nobody takes the time to get to know anyone…

It is too much reading

Takes too much time

I am 17 years old

I don’t even know myself

I have not taken the time to read

So here it goes

I am my infatuations

                  Kittens and their furry mane

                       Clothing and the endless shopping

                             Cities and their lights leading to the sign of life in every window

                                 Heavy blankets and the deep comfort and warmth they show my body

                                      Lastly the love I feel being embraced in his ever so tightening arms

I am what I hate

                  Spiders and the eight legs I feel strangling me when I leave a dark room

     People who treat me as if I am no more than a crack in the sidewalk they walk on

                            Those who are absorbed in nothing but themselves

I am all the places I’ve ever been

                  My house with its detailed vintage accents

                       School and all the gossip behind other’s backs

                            The dance studio and expression every movement shows

                                 New York City and the hope of someday becoming something bigger

I am how I feel, all I’ve felt

                  Stressed because I always take on more than my size 8 ½ feet will carry

                       Brokenhearted the time he tore my heart out of its sheltered cage

                            Loved in the moment he ran back and I’d realized he had never left

I am my past

They say your past does not define you,

Do we honestly believe that?

Our past has shaped us into the human being we are today

Yet, we try to ignore the fact it was ever there?

If you were to take the time to get to know me,

To read my definition

That is what you’d find

At least, that’s what I’ve found… so far