The profound lack of Knowledge.
I'm sure that it's difficult to see through all of the idiotic nosense that I cover myself with,
but I promise you that beneath it, there are words and
memories that make me sound smart because I know them all too well.
I could tell you all about them.
About the effortless kindness I tried at,
the times where I was blindly furious,
or the times I was so ridiculous that I laughed aloud at my own foolishness.
I may never be blantantly intelligent, but I can make emotions obvious.
When no one's there to see it, I know that I'm not the same girl as everyone likes to think.
I have plenty of thoughts, none of them being filled with air,
they just aren't what anyone's used to.
Someone will choose one path, and I know that I would run the other way,
and I know exactly why too,
I'd just never tell anyone because I know that no one would hear me.
That and if they ever did, none of the words would ever come out right.
Which is probably why I never say them out loud, I just find other ways.
People find the things I love to be superfluous,
but they are the only ways that I keep from screaming.
There are many chances that I have to not be the way that I am,
and I take none of them because in reality,
life is too long to hold onto the people who never existed.
Because they just weren't us.
Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.