in anycase, i'm sitting here with nobody to talk to. it gets kinda lonely.

The Reasons Not to be Brave

I try to grow up, on the corner

of pine trees and pink trailers.

Im pretty sure that success

will manage to slip through my grasp.

I hate these bushman eyebrows,

slashing sarcasm over my face.

My parents are not divorced;

I have never run away from home.

I know the meanings of pain,

hard work, and worry.

I hate the stubborn chin

that betrays my hidden personality.

I can break boards with my hands,

and still at times I feel weak.

I love to fight for lost causes,

yet I hate to finally lose them.

I hate this silly nose,

that swells with seasons allergies.

I love hot showers, letting

water beat against my flesh.

I am a Pisces, as well as the Chinese dragon.

I am a dragonfish? Perhaps.

I hate these funny ears,

weirdly cut and unevenly placed.

I have wisdom toes,

the second stretching out past the first.

I dance in the rain sometimes,

with a little brother whos smile Ive tamed.

I hate this frizzy hair,

going everywhere I wish it wouldnt.

I am charming,

and I am charismatic.

I am a single grain of rice,

in a bowl that encompasses life.

I hate these off-white teeth,

showing my imperfection in a single smile.

I am a writer who

will never be in any books.

I lack confidence, because

my face tells me I should.

I will bounce back,

because I have a secret.

My clear as crystal eyes

hold the essence of my soul.

I love this sparkling splendor

that lights up my face so well.