My second grade teacher was right.
Wish everyday was a bed day.
Ain’t nobody got time for that.
I write to see inside myself.
That was not supposed to happen.
Not quite what I was planning.
The world was enough, I wasn’t (Michel Faber)
I made everything up, except you. (Unknown)
I don’t know what I’ve become.
Cassandra Clare teared apart my soul.
Strong arms, caged in, feeling safe.
The girl who watched from afar.
I don’t recognize who I am.
I’m the shadow on the ground. (Lonestar)
His words were a thousand daggers.
The boy with the red bike. (Age 6-10)
You’re looking at the Mrs. Procrastination.
Complaining has become a second nature.
One does not simply achieve greatness.
“The Story of Your Life in Six Words – Psych Central.” 2011. 1 Nov. 2015 <http://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2011/01/06/the-story-of-your-life-in-six-words/>
Dear Aya,
This beautiful piece gave me a great insight into who you are as a person and I love it. I also really liked the third line from the bottom up a lot. I find it amusing. Thanks for sharing this with us!!
-Aemon