Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔

79th Poem: Miss Understood

Shy,

introverted,

skinny,

quiet,

weird.

Confident,

extroverted,

full,

talkative,

still weird.

Complete opposites,

pulled together by opposite sides of the brain

to form one single being,

me.

I can be loud,

but I prefer to stay quiet.

I can be mean,

but I choose to be nice.

I can be weird...

well that isn't going to change.

Confident,

definitely isn't my middle name.

Full?

I don't even come close.

Talkative?

But only to people that I want to hear my words.

Two opposite sides,

polar opposites,

coming together to form

the flesh and bones

that is me.

Lots of times,

I find myself being Miss Understood.

I feel as though I am already going through 

life on my own,

despite not legally being of age too.

I... I can't finish this poem because