My heart is pounding and my head is screaming no.
They asked me... The question.
The question that puts you on top of the pyramid or below.
I stare at the class and they stare at me.
Every time I switch schools... I changed.
My favorite color is black.... I am now goth.
My favorite color is pink, I am a preppy girly girl who wears a smile all day long.
I can hear my heart pounding in my ears as I silently plead for a cover up.
This... Is... Called... Fear.
Should I tell them who I am really?
... Or who I want to be.
Should I try to be real or fake?
My hands get clammy and it feels.. Like.. I can’t... Breathe.
As I stare at them and they stare at me.
I wonder who...
I am supposed to be.

(2014)

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