i am chipped nail polish and shaky hands i am a yellow marker ran over black ink a little tainted, but still lively i am both the highest point on a mountain and buried deep in the depths of the ocean i am my own ocean feeling the slightest ripple every breath taken every noise made creating tidal waves out of nothing i am a warrior one who couldn’t hurt a fly but battles depression within the night and is constantly fighting anxiety hands on i am meant to wander bare feet on freshly cut grass wildflowers scattered through a field driving with the windows down i don’t belong my blue eyes are stuck on the sky wondering what its like to be cool to not constantly stumble over simple words to have people be curious about the words slipping through my teeth to be desirable what one’s looking for to not be looked at weirdly for getting excited over everything poetry, art, daydreams, cute girls and cute boys you see, i am simpler times unsure times, messy times, good times i am a part of time and yet, i am afraid of being forgotten fearful that people who meant most to me won’t remember the colors of my eyes or the vision i had for my life my words meaning nothing i just want to be a part of something i am a part of something a small speck among the sea of stars i am there and i am shining i am slowly leaving my mark i am more than i give myself credit for i am me, i am special i am fuzzy blankets and daydreams i am nightmares and tired eyes i am everything and nothing all at once i am me a mess of a girl with eyes far too wide trusting too much and saying too little and above all else i am loved