I was a flower you plucked from the ground, crushed in your hand, but made for a crown. You hurt my petals, neglected my leaves.

   I had to go, I had to leave.

And my painful words set me free, and I sent them to you as flowers. You, who stopped me from growing.

So you'd remember, always knowing. The flower that you tried to break and bleed, was finally free. As wild as the sea, and happy to be.

i know it sounds crazy how I could
drop something I loved
so fast.
it made me happy
at one point in my life,
but it soon turned around.
I cried, and compared.  
all it turned out to be was just fun
for a period of time.

"you're stupid," she scoffs.

I look up from my pen and paper
and reply, "So sue me."

"If you paid attention to me like you do your **** writing we'd be alright," she sneers.

I pretend not to hear her.
I grab my coat and head out the door.
I can hear that
crazy woman calling
from down the street.
     I smile.
        Life sure is funny sometimes.

2 personalities
an outgoing, loud talking teenager
or
a quiet, art loving  young adult.
I could party the night away
or
sit in bed with tea and a movie.
I'm a people person always with something to talk about
or
I'm a writer to tell my notebook everything and keep it inside.
whether It's an introvert or extrovert day, those are my personalities