Memories
Must I remember these
Memories?
Am I supposed to think of happy times?
If so, those are few and far between.
But ask me about my sad times-
I could give you plenty.
Moving from place to place
Never fitting in
Fights with siblings and seatmates
Crying.
Happiness?
When I am happy, I am alone
With my thoughts and imagination
Creating worlds in which I am a heroine
This is not reality.
This is MY reality.
