A girl who knew not what she wanted.
But eventually did.
So hard she tried to fit in but alas couldn’t.
Why was she so dumb?
So awkward?
She found a passion.
A passion to create and touch the hearts of others.
A girl with unorganized thoughts.
A girl with a care to please others and herself.
A girl who loves colors and loves love.
She found a passion.
A girl with a way of words but lacking ways of forming them.
A girl with a thought for the unbelievable and the unknown.
A girl with a brain though others may not think so.
She found a passion.
A passion to create and innovate.
A passion to learn and grow.
To give to others what’s in her heart.
Someone who cares what others think and then again not really.
A girl with no friends but lots of ideas.
She found a passion.
An imaginative passion.
She wanted to show others what’s in her mind.
But was her mind safe to travel in?
Was it safe for others or even herself?
The mind was a strange place. A place of wonder and mystery after all.
What could she do to prove to others that she was smart and wonderful?
To prove that she’s no laughingstock and has a purpose?
A passion, some passions, creative passions, maybe weird ones.
A freewriter, procrastinator, and a wonderful person.
Her name was not well known.
Freewriting gave her creative releases. Were the structures she used even correct?
A girl who wanted friends.
A girl who wanted to be understood and loved.
Lacking affection, no appreciation.
Struggling, waving and waning.
Going to and fro.
The mental battle was rough. Rough to deal with everyday.
A girl with a tech background but not a professional.
A girl who wanted something else.
A girl who wanted something else. Something else to do and to make.
A girl who loves love and hates hate.
A girl whose creativity astounds others and makes others confused.
Her mind is not the way for everyone.
Some gaze and look. Some mock and scorn.
She wasn’t perfect but she was her.
A girl with a passion. A passion to create.
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