Talk about me
October 2010 (9th grade)

The trees russle as they whisper behind me.
These trees are people
with their branches out wide with
great expectations.
Words drip off their lips like
toxic poisen.
My name must taste good
for it's always streaming out.
Drip...
Drip...
Drop.
People are always going to talk.
Might as well give them something to talk about.
I'm sarcastic. I'm mean.
Sometimes an angel; sometimes a witch.
I fight, will fight, and fought.
I say things I shouldn't.
Occasionally, I taunt.
I throw things. I get angry.
I get upset. I cry a lot.
You can't tame me.
I upset people.
I'm no ordinary person.
I break promises,
but Life goes on.
But I am also:
"The best friend a girl could have."
"Going through a lot but still so strong."
"A beautiful person."
"Gifted."
"A very good friend."
So, if you're going to talk,
talk.
I know who I am,
and no one can change that.
Not even you.