I'm not a pretty face, 

or a number on a scale. 

I'm not a number out of 4.0  

or all the letters I don’t get in the mail. 

I'm not the whispers in the halls 

or the anxiety that I carry, 

I'm not the ocd thoughts I have,  

that always make me weary. 

However I am the person I am, 

filled with so much love, 

the endless nights working,  

to come out above. 

I am all the people I adore, 

like there is no tomorrow, 

all the great times, 

and even the ones that bring me sorrow. 

I am so much more, 

than the quiet girl in class, 

I hope someone will notice 

before too much time is too pass.