Who am I?

pink_sleeved_girl_8 Poems

I'm the lipstick on your neck. I’m the long red hair. I’m the bite marks, The hickeys. I’m the girl in your arms, Crying on the steps of the parliament Because i knew Oh i already knew I’m the short pink hair I’m the colorful long skirts, Swishing, I’m the clinking of jewelery I’m too much, I'm not enough. I'm the anxiety, the knee shaking under the table, I'm the late night tears, I'm the sensitive one, I'm the endless sleep deprivation - But I'm so much more than that I'm the beautiful imperfections: the chipped Nail polish, the loose glitter on my cheeks, The smudged rainbow eyeshadow. I’m the paint on your fingertips, the blood on your hands An activist with a future politician. But I'm a liar. I’m the same broken child, hiding under her covers, drowning out his yells, her sobs. I tune it out. I bury myself in responsibility. The busy mind forgets. But underneath it all, I'm still that little girl I'm the anxious tics. I'm the straight A’s. I'm the Eldest Daughter. I'm the hard working, honest, perfect daughter. I hide the flaws. I have no flaws. Scars hidden under sweaters and fake confidence. I'm the overachiever Craving approval. I'm the teacher's pet. I'm morally inconsistent. I'm a people pleaser. I stutter when I'm nervous. I can't talk to adults. But I’m more than my flaws, I'm more than his ex, his daughter, his sister. I'm the peeling stickers on my water bottle, because I've stopped saving them. I'm the loud voice in the crowd, still scared of speaking up, but finding comfort in the chaos. I'm the stars on a warm summer night, innocent and sweet. I'm the sensitive one. And I'm okay with that.