Who I am

Who Am I?

I'm the girl by the bus stop,
the one who's always checking her watch,
looking both sides of the road,
waiting impatiently for the bus to arrive,

I'm the girl who listens to her Ipod quietly,
the one who awkwardly taps her fingers to a beat
the one who gets lost in the world of lyrics with a press of play,
the one who dreams of being the ringleader, who calls the shots,

I'm the girl who's in every performing arts class,
but never gets the lead role or any role in the school play,
the one who stares at the stage with awe, real awe.
the one who wishes more than anything to be up there, to be the one who tells the story.

I'm the girl at the movie theater,
the one who stares intently into the screen,
the one you know that dreams of being the girl in the Chanel shades,
the one who sighs when the dreamy boy kisses the nerdy girl.

I'm the girl who secretly performs to a crowd of a million in her room,
the one who plays air guitar and swishes her head around,
the one who dances to the beat of the synthesizer,
the one who lip syncs and occasionally sings the highest note

I'm the girl who passes time by writing in a notebook,
the one secretly writing scripts instead of notes,
the one who secretly casts actors and classmates for the lead roles,
the one who believes her story is Academy Award worthy.

I'm the girl who dreams way too much,
the one who uses the performing arts to stop crying at night,
the one who uses writing as a psychiatrist,
I'm the girl who uses dreams as a way of escaping reality.