I am a five foot two mess.
I do not understand the world around my body as the world only understands my soul.
I have no idea how life is supposed to roll out,
no idea how I feel half the time,
and I always feel an empty spot that yearns for
I am a five foot two mess hiding behind eyes that scream intimidation.
I always try to look as cool, calm, and held together as possible only for the sole fact that maybe,
for the sheer coincidence that only the stars and moon know I am crumbling,
but no other being does.
My mask is one that I wear every day because it is my primary ambition of what I wish to
I am the future and I am a hero in my own skin but sometimes
even heroes have kryptonite and mine is my own mind.
I am so much bigger than I make myself out to be,
my own mind and ideas show that,
they are also the villians that make me feel like the five foot two mess that I see in the mirror,
from time to time.
I am a five foot two body,
that has the power of intimidation, the cripple of fear, the creativity of imagination,
and the height of a lamb but the soul of a tiger,
all wrapped into one beautiful being,
who I should wear more often.