I have been writing poetry for my entire life. However, over the last year, and especially the last few months, it has become something that I value so much. Since Odyssey is such a diverse place for articles and content, I've decided to share one of my poems with the world.
I sit facing my friends
they laugh, I cry
but not on the outside,
I keep all of my emotions on the inside
I paste a smile on my face but
all that it really is is a piece of paper with
drawn on teeth and lips
it's as fake as it looks, but
apparently, it does its job well because
no one asks what's wrong
no one notices that I am not myself
but have I ever been myself or have I been
myself at all?
who is the true me? how do I define myself?
am I the girl with a paper face
eyes beautifully sketched but hopelessly
empty? or am I the empty shell of a person
too lost to find myself? or am I simply a less vibrant
version of who I could be
who I should be
who I might be
if I tried to be?