Define Me

The quiet girl in the corner.

The girl with her heart in a book and her soul in the song currently pouring through her headphones.

Her brown hair may be able to hide her freckled face, but she can never hide the fire in her eyes.

I am this girl, but I am so much more than this.

I am the places I have been and the ones I have yet to discover.

I am in the rain that pitter-patters on my window and the bright rays of sunshine that flood my room. I am in the morning sunrise and the evening stars.

Even though the blood in my veins are made up of my faults, my heart still beats for perfection.

I own the tears that flow down my face and the laughter that spills from my lips.

Yes, I am a teenager, but this does not make me stupid. It makes me daring and hopeful, because I believe I have nothing to lose.

I find myself in promises never fulfilled and pieces of my heart given to those undeserving few.

I belong to no one, and so, I am claimed by everyone.

I have been trampled upon, held down, and used.Even so, I refuse to be reduced to the words of those who think they know who I am.

They do not have the power to define me.

No, for I am the one holding the pen, and only I can decide who I am.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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