My inner monologue says
Don't let them see you show
Defeat
Remorse
Regret
Sadness
Uncertainty.
You are a queen.

I trust you see it the same way.

tracing fingertips
over the inside of your wrist,
pressing lips upon your temple,
knuckles brush
your blushing cheeks,
your smiles is soft,
simple

I love you
for the way
you react to me,
I love you
for all the beauty
you see
in the things
I’d never look at twice

if I could see the world in your eyes
I think I’d like it more
than I do
because I am sure
that you see everything
so differently
and I see it the same
as everybody else

there is not much
that is special
about me,
but you
have such a way
with the world,

you
have such a way
with me

I am a reaction to the world.
I am my choices and mistakes.
I am made by my ability to fail
and destroyed by that which I win.
I am more than a box or a number
and I am less than perfect.
I am not one, or the other,
I am everything I could ever be,
yet I will always strive for more.
I am the missing link, the frayed edge,
the broken word, the finished sentence.
I shall spend my whole lifetime
trying to think of my last words,
and it is only in the end that they
shall come.
And they will be mine,
they will be everything
I have hoped they will be.
I am infinite in my words.
Because words are easier
than breathing.
Words are always and forever.
I am all the words
that I have ever
spoken.
However, I am limited
by the words I’ve written.
I am more
than just
this.

I’m still me.
I still eat and drink and breathe
And walk and talk and skip
And sometimes I try to dance even though everyone knows I’m *******.
I still cry when I watch certain TV shows
And laugh when I watch Titanic
Because of the one guy that goes spinning when he falls of the top.
I still hate tea – because it smells weird and it’s leaves –
And I’ll always be a caffeine addict.
I still sing obnoxiously loud in the shower
And spend evenings strumming away on my guitar
Even though I’m not that good.
I still write free-verse poetry
Because I could never get the hang of rhyming
And sticking to patterns.
I still like to say ‘**** the system!’ and ‘***** society!’
In moments when, really, those words don’t apply,
Because I still like to think I’m a rebel.
I still get scared of going to university
And moving out, and getting a job.
Of having to pay bills and shop for myself
And all those adult things that I don’t quite know how to do yet.
I still think and feel the same as I used to
And I’m the same on the inside.
The only thing that’s changed is
My view of my identity,
The clarity by which I see myself
And the way I let others see me.
I’m still me,
And I always will be.