To everyone who knows me,
I'm short, with brown eyes and
Dull, brown, unstyled hair.
I'm not too big, not too small.
I have glasses, which make it hard
To see my eyes sometimes
Yet everyone tells me they are beautiful.
Everyone knows me as being
Sweet, honest, respectful,
Sarcastic,
A rule follower to the max,
The helpful girl who never tries to
Hurt someone's feelings.
However,
In my mind,
I am never truly here.
I'm always in a world of
A book.
Never able to say what's
Truly on my mind.
I am the best author-
But the stories are in my head.
I just tend to compile ideas
From books and make it
Something of my own.
But still.
They are some of the
Greatest stories
I have ever experienced.
When I'm not around people
I'm shy and quiet.
No one would ever guess that
I sit and read the day away
In a completely different realm.
I tend to get in trouble, actually
Because I read too much.
But I don't care-
It's what I love.
I'm the kind of person who
Blanks out when a question
Is forced upon me.
I tend to cover it up with
Sarcasm or jokes.
I always put other people
Before myself.
I will put on a happy face
To make sure others aren't unhappy.
I will put everything aside
To help someone who needs me.
Yet,
On another note,
I am
A harpist,
An artist,
A dreamer,
A teacher and mentor-
A friend-
A person who
Seems to only wish that
She could be forever in
The world of fiction.
Alas, here I go.
Rambling once again.
