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School Poem, Who I am.

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I am Scarlett.

I am thirteen years old.

I'm stubborn, headstrong.
And I always have to get my way. 
But sometimes I don't care enough to try.

Sneaky.
Like a fox creeping through the woods looking for it's next dinner.

I have frost blue eyes, tinted with gray.
And my thick shoulder length hair falls down beside them.
But sometimes my hair is in a small pony tail.
Bobbing from side to side as I walk. 
I'm 67 inches and still growing taller.

Kind.
Innocent.
Tough.
Unique.
Demonic.
A good friend.
These are all things I'm called by the people as close to me as family.

Determined.
Straightforward.
Childish.
Those are the names given to me by family.
I'm like Dr. Jekll and Mr. Hyde according to my father.

I enjoy wandering.
From place to place.
From reality to a land of my own.
Each place I go, each person I talk to, I am different.

Truthfully I'm scared to find out who I really am.
I'm not consistent in the way I act; with every person I meet it's different.
Too different.
Who am I really?
And when I find out will I like it?
I don't know and I'm scared to find out.
But in a way I want to.
To be able to leave this state of mind. 


Drawing, reading, anime, manga; they all calm and comfort me.
But they also make me think; think about deep dark secrets no one but I know of.
And no one else will.
Tite Kubo, with hands that can draw such beautiful, miraculous pictures.
It's almost like a dream.
I want to draw like him one day.

Love that doesn't end with heart break.
Is something I believe can happen one day.
Even if it's not for me, a lucky girl somewhere out there will find the one guy for her.
And even if I don't know her I still feel happy for her.
But there's always that little thought.
It's pulling at the back of your head.
Saying, you wish you were her.
Or it's not fair.

A family.
A job.
And a life that came together.
No major problems.
Maybe minor fixes.
But in the end, happiness is what really matters, right?

Obnoxious.
Loud.
Egomaniacs.
My brothers, sometimes.
Kill me.

To the land of everything I love.
That's where I want to travel.
Japan.
But not now.
And maybe not ever.

A blankly from when I was little;
Maybe a teddy bear too.
My drawing books and Mangas.
The house I grew up in.
Every little thing has meaning you and I just don't know it.

Twirling and twirling, watching the eraser go round as I sit in class.
The teacher is talking, and the eraser is twirling.
I'm not bored, I just fiddle.


My innocence is something I treasure.
But I know one day it will leave me.
Maybe not today or tomorrow,
But someday.

The tendency to speak about ones self is seen in many people.
Myself included.
But if I could find countless things to talk about,
Fun,
Sad,
Funny,
That's what I would want to change.

My name is Scarlett, and this is 2011.
This is a poem I did for school. Some of my friends thought it was good so I decided to post it. Please read!
© 2011 - 2024 kamuka7
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