I’m.
a 8th grader.
I’m a artist.
I struggle at math.
I’m one of those overlooked shy kids.
I don’t say a lot at school.
I can speak out loud..
in my head.
When someone pushes me aside.
I say nothing.
But in my head.
I can scream and yell, shattering glass.

In my head, I’m confident.

I’m a warrior.
For once, I do not worry.
I can soar in the sky, leap off cliffs.
Imagine to infinity.
Step forward and never back.
In my head,
All those imperfections I see in the mirror..
Gone.
In the night sky, there are millions of stars dotted in the blue.
In my head,
I shine the brightest, proud and strong.
But.
Outside.
My confidence wavers with every test score.
In my head,
I begin the battle.
The burst of will that controls me.
The re match.

There is girl in 8th grade.
She is a artist.
She is a shy overlooked kid.
But when someone pushes her aside.
She says.
“Hey”
And thats not in my head.