I am not,
I am not the girl to sit,
I am not the girl to watch,
To pour my soul out to someone close to me,
I am not someone to glare,
To make unworthy those around me,
I am not,
For I am a girl who has fallen in love with a broken society,
A broken world that has become my living hell,
I am one to shake my head,
Like a fallen hypocrite to the shame that is settled in my face,
I pour my soul,
Only to strangers,
Hoping, praying, believing,
I may never see them again,
I am not the most lovable person,
I am not the perfect victim to evil tyrants,
I am not a sitting duck in the classic world of war,
As presented in the media,
I am a survivor to hate.
I am a warrior to the sexist nature presented,
I am a shadow built by conquest only seen by a native era,
I am not living in fear of what you may do,
Now that you have seen what is inside my brain,
That my soul has painted a picture od the defiant heart.
Raging pattern of terror inside my lungs,
Intoxicating the oxygen around me,
With a sick evil sense of arouse I feel having you near,
I am not one to hold those that I want,
I am not one to control my feelings,
How can I when I feel overwhelming waves of regret,
Knowing that I love someone who can never want me,
Who doesn't see my brain but my body,
Who loves me because I cannot help but make them feel wanted,
How can I stop myself from wanting you.