Suppose that she is flawed. She has a quick temper, one that rages and simmers, and is prone to emotional breakdowns. She doesn't tell you nearly half of what she's thinking, and hides behind her hair color in order to explain her weirdness, which she is proud of and embarrassed by at the same time. She's not good at conversations, and she's easily intimidated by others. Sometimes, she's lazy. She's much too annoying, and terrified of rejection.
Suppose that, somehow, you become her friend. Good for you! You have seen past the things that she hates most about herself, which is more than she can do most of the time. You can see that, once you are her
friend, she will never let you down. She will be more loyal to you than . . . well, she would say a dog, but for some reason that just doesn't soundright. You will see her blue eyes, the one part of herself that she likes, and you will say "Wow, those are a really pretty color." She will smile, which will make you smile because that's just what happens. She doesn't smile much, so when she does it means something. You will see that she is good for something because she'll work harder than anyone you have ever known if she puts her mind to it. You will read her poems, and look at her sketches, or hear her sing in four different languages and say something to effect of "You're amazing." You will hear her twang, and laugh at her strange foods that she loves, and she will tell you what color your aura is (because she really can see it) and it will be different. And for that brief instant she won't feel like a complete failure.Suppose you stay her friend. Suppose, just for a moment, that you can see past her skin, her personality, her strange love for poofy dresses, and just see her.
Tell me, what do you see?
We had to write an introduction for ourselves in creative writing. I chose to call mine Superman, because I feel that it's my main theme song for my life.
So, what do you see when you see me? Comment and tell me.
