to the devil, from a ghost.

who am i?

I'm the girl sitting alone at the front of the class

eating a vegan muffin

self conscious about the scars on my arm

not quite focused

never all there

face hidden behind thick hair.

I'm the shy fan far up in the stands

at a taylor swift concert 

and still too afraid to get up and dance

but alone in the kitchen

and trying to cook

i twirl around singing, not thinking once of looks.