They believe I am the girl whose lips stay sealed but thoughts stay absurd
The girl whose eyes sway across the thin pages of a novel and consume the words that fill it
The girl whose imagination runs wild.
And I am that. But no one has uncovered my true self.
No one has uncovered the girl who is concealed behind this.
They don't know I run through the subway tunnels when the sun dies and the darkness takes over
They don't know how the infrastructure of the tunnel shudders as the train travels by in one swift motion
They don't know I sneak onto the rooftops of the city to get million dollar views only the wealthy ones can see.
They don't know how fast my blood flows when the wind blows and my dark hair takes over my vision as I stand towering over my death
They don't know I'm searching for a sense of freedom and thrill that will take me away from my own reality.
They don't know me, yet they move their tongues and slither words like snakes pretending they do.
This is my youth, this is my sanity. This is what makes me feel alive.