Writing About Writing

How do they expect me to find myself among all this chaos? Pressure from my parents, from teachers, from everyone! If they only knew. And yet they can't even make up their mind about our stupid school mascot. From the Trojans, to the Blue Devils, to the Wombats, to the Hornets. This whole town is just one big mess, and I'm right in the middle of it without even being acknowledged. I am just a nobody. A face. A face with chapped bitten lips.

I am my tree. Mr. Freeman has to have some idea. I am reaching so hard though. Looking to the sky. If only that one sick limb would just fall off. It's gotta fall off. I won't let it kill me. I can fight it, I can save myself. It's just something that happened, that I have to deal with. Every inch of me wants to fly and get out. I will get out.

I am myself already. I have an identity. IT didn't take it away from me. That should just make me stronger. No Heather, I don't want to join every group that your joining! No, I don't want to be a Martha. I want to be a Melinda. And I want to be okay with that. Just because I'm scarred, shouldn't make me less of a person. It shouldn't make me a nobody.