A Letter for Those Who Don't Know Me: 

 

Here lies the letter for those who don't know me.

I know you may never see this,

but here is my letter with heart and that is true, 

But here is my ode to you.

I once was a girl who was too shy to speak,

too afraid to share her voice because of what others may think. 

I was never accepted for what was not my fault, 

only given by a past of toxic friends, 

just to meet you.

But then,

I wasnt even accepted by you. 

I have always known those who judge me without knowing who I am,

but you dont know me,

I am still exotic to you. 

Here is my ode just for you.

Now each time I walk into a room,

I get stares and glares,

and even gossip too, 

Now I can't even get a group of friends to pay attention to me, 

see here I am,

I am standing in front of you!

Each time I try to talk to you,

I get strange looks by you,

like there is something wrong,

yet why cant I pertain to you?

Yet,

I was the girl who was too shy to even try,

but watch me fly,

that girl is not me anymore. 

So when you misjudge me, 

but before I even begin,

take a seat because this talk might get a little deep.

So here is a letter for all those who just dont know me,

the way I do.

This is for the nights I spent with my family, 

cheering,

since I just won a round to our favorite game.

This is for the days I spent dancing in my room to Bruno Mars or Taylor Swift.

These are the moments that is my underlying beauty,

it is what you do not see,

is the real me.

Or the days I spent as a little girl pressing notes on my grandmother's piano, 

thinking of the day,

I will learn to play.

Its to the days I spent at the ocean shore on summer nights,

looking beyond the gulf,

thinking of little me and a big God, 

and how he can see someone like me,

and yet he still values me more. 

That is beauty to me.

Its with all of the sand squishing between my toes and seaweed on my ancles and feet, 

the sunburn on my back,

the saltwater smelling so sweet.

Heres to the prayers I say at night, 

thanking God for my family and begging for a friend,

thinking of past memories with my ex best friend.

Heres to the day she confided in me,

I didnt know what to do since her life is not me, 

but this is what I had to say,

"Its alright,

Its okay because you are like my sister.

You know why?

Its because my family is now your family. 

I dont care if its 2 o'clock in the morning, 

show up at my door or give me a call,

I will be right here."

It is the days we spent laughing our days away,

tossing pencils and whipped cream at each other,

because we got a little too competitive.

Its when we dropped our books and ran at each other excited,

giving a hug,

because we spent a while apart.

Its just to see her get shot and killed a few years after our friendship grew away.

I pray,

I realize that I was the friend I wish I had,

cause thats real beauty to me.

I know I have a strong fight and when I stamper,

"you just dont understand,"

I slipped it out once or twice that I am not perfect in this way,

but hey,

at least I am not afraid to admit it.

When I am honest with myself,

that is what makes me real.

Heres to the times I spend late nights with my brother,

because he just dont understand algerbra.

I have a realness and a big heart you see,

looking for a friend to show and who will see, 

the real me.

Its the moments when my eyes sparkle and my face lights up,

when I speak of my talents, 

and someone asks,

read one more line?

Its to the nights I spent cooking with my mother on christmas,

or when family gets excited recieving a gift from me, 

because I remembered exactly what they wished for. 

Thats the real me!

There is so much more to tell,

all the moments to spare,

just to make you realize,

this is the real me.

I am not the one who tends to be popular, 

or the one who is easily seen, 

so listen to me,

that is real beauty to me,

the real me.

So when I blend in the background and suddenly speak up,

and when you dont see me,

and surround one with endless attention,

dont look down on me,

when I have a heart of gold and a love you will see in no other.

So heres to the girl I really am,

and an ode for all of those who simply just dont know me.