If my first friend would describe me, she'd call me a demon.

It's not like she's never said that before.

It's not my colored contacts with slit pupils that make her say this,

She actually thought they were rather cool.

 

But the day that I uttered that cursed word, her view of me changed forever.

She needn't let the words spill forth from her lips,

For her eyes always said them for her.

 

ATHEIST

 

If my teachers could describe me, they'd call me a genius,

I just needed to try harder to get that A.

 

And yeah, an A would be nice, but R is also a pretty letter.

Because it's hard to explain that you want to live your life,

But everyone has already planned it for you.

 

SLACKER

 

My mother would describe me as beautiful,

'Ooh'-ing and 'Aww'-ing over my red locks,

Not realizing how much pain they've caused me.

 

For in the shallow minds of ten year-olds,

Different is bad,

Names hurt,

And despite what anyone says,

Scars last forever.

 

BEAUTIFUL

 

I'm not really sure how my best friend would describe me.

Probably weird.

But I call her weird, too.

 

We can watch animes together and laugh at the absurdity of it,

And we can make costumes together, prancing about in them like the proud freaks we are.

 

And even though our interests have changed,

And we're not the same people we used to be,

We can still lock eyes and grin mischievously,

Speaking without words what our next plot will be.

 

SILLY

 

And my cat probably wouldn't describe me in words,

Probably more in mews and meows.

 

But she'd tell of how this strange big thing found her when she was cold and hungry,

And how she was smaller than that big thing's hand,

And that big thing put her in warm water until her fur didn't stick,

And that the strange thing held her and fed her until she fell asleep.

 

MOM

 

And if I could describe myself...

 

I wouldn't say I'm lost, but I'm finding my way.

I don't do what I'm told, but rather, what I know is right.

 

I have secrets no one knows but myself,

And I have scars that don't show.

 

For every victory you see within me,

There are ten defeats you don't.

 

And behind every act of courage I perform,

There are moments of crippling fear that scar.

 

And I keep moving forward.

Not because I can't stop,

It would be very easy to, really,

But because I realize there's too much to do.

 

And not enough people who care to do it.