I met a girl
who wore silence
like it was stitched into her skin,
But around the right people,
she laughed loudly enough
to make the quiet disappear.
She imagines herself
as the main character of her story,
where she is the king,
she is the queen,
she is the story and the storyteller.
In her mind,
every window becomes a castle,
every passing thought
another universe to live in.
She feels everything deeply,
even the things
she pretends don’t matter.
And somewhere between
her overthinking
and daydreaming,
she is still trying
to understand herself.
I met a girl once
and slowly,
i realized
she was me.