I was born on November 13th.

I hear that makes me a Scorpio.

I don’t really know what that means. 

I’m 5 foot 5. 

I weigh 120 pounds

I don’t know how to draw. 

I’m a sucker for a boy, 

With a nice pair of cleats

And a soccer ball in tow.

I’m still learning how to communicate. 

I talk way too much at home

And not enough at school. 

My parents always know when I’m around

And my teachers hardly know I exist.

I like pasta, 

A lot. 

I’m forgetful.

Yesterday, I lost my confidence, 

Found my self-esteem 

Hidden like buried treasure

In the crevices of my self consciousness. 

Sometimes I wonder what my swim medals think 

When I replace them with my soccer ones. 

I’m afraid every time I go swimming, 

I’ll be sucked up in the filter 

Like all the other imperfections 

That are not worthy of being in that pool.

I don’t know much, 

But I do know this, 

High school will end. 

And one day, 

My reddish blonde hair will be envied 

By those who have to pay

To get theirs colored.