I am…

ticket stubs and birthday cards I keep in a box under my dresser,

collection of soft, warm blankets at the end of my bed,

music I write at 2 am that I don’t show anyone,

big, blue eyes, painted with thick, black eyeliner,

dreams I have about moving far away and doing things no one thinks are possible,

songs I listen to at full volume when I’m driving on the high way,

late night drives through random neighborhoods with my best friend,

funny conversations with my mom sitting on her ugly, red couch,

the scar on my left hand,

gumbo on the kitchen stove my dad makes on Sundays,

concerts I make my mom drive nine hours to take me to,

scared about the future, but don’t want to admit it,

striped shirts and thick brown glasses,

the rare moments me and my sister get along and laugh together,

plastic cups and bags scattered around in my car,

big comfy sweaters on cold winter days,

long blonde hair,

Excited to see what I’ll become.