You Know Nothing

• Brittany Ayres, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2013

For it to be carved in her skin of a permanent
scar of sorrow. One that is not deserved. A false facade of everything she was and is. For as she takes each breath, one should not worry if she shall take another. Everything is equal, no high nor low. No amount of words can define a soul, as no story has been written 'till you take your last breath. Never define her in your false view. It will achieve only permanent memories, leaving her with a burning heart wishing for it to heal. She is, and will always remain an alien. Stop trying to prove she is in the same existence. You know nothing.-By Brittany.
Dedicated to my sister, Tempany.