fifteen: someone
i enjoy being someone i'm not. does that make me stupid or does that make me hot? whatever, i care not. it fools the eye of the beholder to see, that in the end it's just plain old me. me that crumbles, me that falls. me that fails to climb those walls. walls of history, mystery, might. walls that grow taller in the night. push me aside, where i'm happy to hide. let me loose, tighten the noose. this is not what i wanted to be.