“Tell me about yourself” people will ask
and answers that consists of
accomplishments, awards and interests
is what is expected of me to say.
But what I truly want to whisper to a loved one, to shout to a crowd and to share with those around me
Is what my soul wants to say to the world.
That I’m a girl who lays awake at night overthinking everything
Wondering why did I do that? Who have I become?
That I’m a girl who loves getting attached too fast
Yet stills whimper when left
Who prefers physical pain to mental
Because those on the mind scar more than those on the skin
Who reads books to escape her world
When her own world has become too much
Who regrets having said so much
But regrets saying so little
I can tell you about myself, that would be no challenge
But tell me
Are you capable of hearing about me?
My thoughts, my dreams, my soul
Or simply about things that truly don’t matter
About where I go to school, where I live or whom my friends and family are
Are you hoping that I’ll keep it sweet and simple,
Or continue on till the day we depart?
Tell me, are you ready?