Take it to the Blog

Sometimes I just wanna lay on my stomach with my face on the ground and...take it to the blog.

At times I want to see the look on my friend's face as she grips her diploma and write about it in my blog.

More than often I just want to explode but already know I'm a forgotten land-mine...at times like these, I take it to the blog.

Frequently, I feel the wind on my skin and taste the aftermath of last night's storm; when I feel alive I take it to the blog.

My life is a roller coaster with no seat-belts, so I'm afraid to let go of the handle bars. If I let go, will I fly away or crash and burn? Sometimes I really think I will fly away from this place. At time I know I will crash and burn in the pits of this hell. However, is living day to day, always with hands on the handle bars really living? When will I let myself fly?

Are they happy?

Are they happy? The people I see in the hallways. The people who seem to have the brightest smiles. The people with all the popularity, money, and expensive clothes. The people I always wanted to be. Are they happy? The girls who cry because only when they stain their favorite dresses. Are they happy? The people who don't have to experience the real world because they're hidden in a bubble? Are they happy? I hope they are.

Am I happy? The girl I see in the mirror?  The girl with the broken smile. The girl with 3 friends, a job on the weekends, and hand-me-down clothes. The girl I never wanted to be. Am I happy? The girl who cries because she would rather die feeling like nothing than waiting to be something. Am I happy? The girl who is afraid to experience the world again, so she hides herself behind walls. Am I happy?

Yes. Yes I am.