Grass
I lay in the grass. Right here, in my own little haven. The clouds pass me by, going places I never will… seeing skies and moons and stars and the sun in ways I never will. But I like to dream. And imagine. Try to get out, get away, And GO. I try not to think of my differences when I stand in line for the bus or am sitting in the car with my mom. I try. But when the weight of my world is too much, I run to corn fields and pastures. Lay myself out in the middle of nowhere, and BREATHE. Ignore the useless chatter in my head, the only traffic that whizzes by me. Is it awful that in my own head I'm crowded out by other people’s sarcastic comments and my own parent’s stupid suggestions as to my style, personality and hobbies? But here is my place. My home, my Mecca, a place I don’t have to put up a tough-girl facade and I can’t be judged.
Here, things just drift. Here, tears are shed. Here, lessons are learned.
HERE: I AM ME.
Here, things just drift. Here, tears are shed. Here, lessons are learned.
HERE: I AM ME.