its just who i am.

by Brooke Sutton.
(Peoria, Arizona, USA.)

today for a second i waited. i pause i needed to take. held tight were my eyes in the pillow, delayed was the motion to wake. a moment was needed to listen to the silence that filled the new day. a moment to be more decisive about the self that i want to portray.

sometimes i wish i felt pretty, sometimes i wish i was more.
sometimes i wish i could vanish, through a promising wide open door.
some times i wish i felt needed. sometimes i wish it were true.
some times i wish i could realize all the things i needed to do.

but the wishes of maybe are countless. and the hours do not disagree. That time has a habit of slipping away and theres only one chance to be me.

ill always know when im tiered.
ill always know each mistake.
ill always know when im happy.
ill always know when im fake.

ill never harm my own heart.
ill never Denny a good friend.
its just who i am.
so ill be there for me in the end.