Poetry

You think you know me
You think after a few words, a cup of coffee a smile
You get to know who I am

YOU don't know ANYTHING

I'll tell you what you think you know
That everyday i come to school with a smile on my face
and sometimes I don't.

Some days I won't talk to anyone
and some days I won't shut up
but most days I stay silent.

You think I can't stay out of everyone's drama
and it hurts me to be wedged in the middle of a rock
and a hard place.

And you are wrong.

Because I am always smiling
even if you can't see it with your eyes

I am always talking if you would tune
your ears to my station
and listen past the static

And my house was built on a rock
but the hard place is my home.
Drama is a passion and being in the middle
but watching from a distance is an art.

So buy me a cup of coffee
Everyday for a year if you'd like
And smile until hurts because
You still don't know me.