I am,

Maybe- that’s why I compare myself to everyone I see.

I can never tell if being color- in a world of grey is good or bad,

I find solace in the idea of fitting in- but also want to rebel against it.

I feel like no one really gets me and that’s why I fight my battle alone- although I have people at my side.

I’ve taught myself to shut my mouth around people because some- recognize me as the girl who voices her opinion all the time.

I’ve been told I throw explosives at people- but I’ve always thought that they were just words,

I fight for a lot of things and tend to wear it on my sleeve, sometimes literally.

I assume my friends tell me to stop fighting all the time because they’re- afraid.

But I still- haven’t figured out what’s so scary about what they want to fight for too.

In my world, there is no such thing as good.

I run after a butterfly I named perfection- I want to catch it so bad but I still haven’t been able to.

Perfection is beautiful, pastel pink wings with strokes of light purple, navy blue dots scattered along the pale orange body.

Perfection glides across my nose teasing me- never caught it once but I, still chase.

I define myself based off what others say about me,

I want to set their definitions on fire because I, hate, them- but I still live by it.

I don’t want beauty to be a contest where others get to decide what they like and what they don’t like,

Beauty should be something I get to define myself- and not worry about other people writing one for me.

I am a young girl who wants to be brave and strong like her mother.

I am a young girl who wants to change the world like her father.

I am a young girl who wants to see my dreams as a little girl come true- that wars will end if I tell them to- and everyone will accept each other for who they are.

I am a young girl who wants to love herself as much as her parents love her.

I am a young girl who wants to shut people up when being rude.

I am a young girl who wants to see my fighting, become influential in the best way possible.

I am a young girl- who wants to show people that I am a fire that is too stubborn to be put out- and may die down, but- my flames will always grow strong.

I am.