I am the broken glass on the sandy beach.
I am the muted T.V in a dark room.
I am the broken love story told in every romance movie.
I am the erasing marks on what was a white piece of paper.

I am the scars that were written a long time ago.
I am the mirror with no reflection.
I am the walking contradiction.
I am the absolute at best.

I am the clown with a mask painted on.
I am the fish without water.
I am the body with no soul.
I am the unknown.

I am the girl with no name.
I am the girl who can’t speak.
I am the girl who can’t find herself.
I am the girl you shouldn’t be afraid of.

I am the girl of understanding.
I am the girl who is never understood.
I am the paper floating in the wind.
I am the transparency of glass.

I am the innocence of a baby.
I am the speck of dirt on your freshly clean car.
I am the girl who ran away.
I am a lot of thing.

However, I am not weak.
I am not fragile.
I am not scared.
Because, I am not my mother.