• I am a silly, little, drawing on an old, worn-out, desk that is in need of washing. I wonder often about what my purpose is or rather why I'm even here. I hear the thoughts of others when they look at me, but only when I choose to listen. I see the lyrics, of each song that plays, dance through the air in beautiful harmony. I want to see a child, one that has a hard life and understands that not everything will be alright; yet, they are still able to smile, laugh even, to shatter the dark world that surrounds them and feel happiness.

    I am a strong, sturdy, tree standing proud against the harsh cruelties of winter. I pretend that bubble never pop, nor bright balloons ever deflate, so that in my mind they float on for the rest of eternity. I feel that, even when I'm alone, or no one seems to care, and there is a dark cloud looming over me, it could always be worse. I touch the blinding spectrum that is the rainbow because no matter how real and everlasting it seems, at any moment it can be gone. I worry about all who are close to me; without them, my life would be monotonous. I cry over the most insignificant insults because they are the ones I hear the least.

    I am a fragile piece of china falling down from the highest shelf only to shatter upon impact. I understand that I can help change the world, but that it would take all of us to fix it. I say that it is better to make your own path than to take the one already made for you. I dream of the day we can learn to tolerate each other and put aside the differences we choose to judge. I am a human being.