blogging governor's school, the fourth and final part

i am at governor’s school.
i’m having a great ti-
screw this, i can’t write poetry.
who am i kidding?
i’ve been lying
did i trick you into thinking i was a poet?
     someone artsy,
      someone to be secretly jealous of?
       someone with her own true sense of style
      it wouldn’t hurt my pride if you said no, i didn’t.
you see, it’s just like
                                everywhere else.
i put on a face for
                                everyone else.
i always act like i’m
                                somebody else.
who am i really?
i mean who am i inside?
who’s hiding behind the mask?
   i’m not   funny.
   i’m not    brave.
   i’m not     cool.
   i’m not      interesting.
   i’m not       creative.
   i’m not        talented.
   i’m                       none of that.
but i have made people think i am...
    am i
                                              the light person
i act like to other people? or
    am i
                                              the dark person
who i am convinced really lives inside?
just who am i?
just who do i think i am?
which one does that make me?
oh, philosophy class is getting
to me.

1 comment:

Madeline said...

you are who you set your mind up to be. The way you engage with others, and the good you do MAKES you. It has nothing to do with what you're good at. I'm a terrible poet, but I'm a poet of sorts: the terrible sorts. Doesn't make me any less of a poet. I write poetry.


Wow, you really read all that? Danggg. Props! =]

Well, I see you've just had the imponderable joy of stumbling onto the blog of an 18-year-old girl who can't really describe herself in 500 words or less, such as in little text boxes like these. She didn't intend her blog to really become so much like her online diary (she was hoping it would have an interesting, helpful purpose to serve the world and all) but blogging is just kind of fun. This girl's a bit of an environmentalist and a full-tilt vegetarian, a bit of an artist who can't draw, a bit of a writer who can't find time to read, and a completely hopeless romantic. She enjoys white chocolate, coloring, wading in creeks, music, Doctor Who, and speaking in third-person when it's unnecessary like this.

Now go read the rest of the blog and meet her, if you like of course. :)