So you want to know about me
Who I am
What is burrowed underneath
this shell
of superb grades, incandescent smiles, and model behavior
You always hear the cliched mantra,
"Its what's inside that counts".
But what is it, exactly, that's inside?
What dark, obscure world inhabits me,
anticipating its unfateful discovery?
What miscreations remain unacknowledged
in the corners of my mind,
hungrily awaiting to consume its unknowing prey?
How many black-bellied demons have been exiled
into the shadowed hills and valleys
of my soul,
restlessly waiting for a consent to play?
In every good girl
is a being
who is foreign to even themselves.
A being who is not quite straight A's
not quite content
not quite well-mannered
But you still want to know about me.
Who I am.
But the real question is,
who am I?
and do you dare attempt to shatter the glass
of my facade?