I might come across to others
as just a normal fifteen-year old girl
with light-brown hair
and light-brown eyes
But in my opinion I know that I am more
way more than what people see on the outside
not a plant or a worm
not a bird or shy animal
A gust of WIND
moving silently around everyone unseen
I’m invisible
Ignored
But when I perk back up again
and again
and again
I’m free
full of adventure
moving past everything
like a WHIRLWIND
and then I get tired
take a deep breath
the light-brown eyed, light-brown haired girl
goes to sleep
only to repeat herself in the following days.