Everyone says, Rachel, your perfect. But they don't really get it. They don't get all my struggles and the pain I've gone through. To think I was perfect,...well, I think their insane. Maybe, if they got to know the real me, maybe then they'd actually see,... I'm unperfect. It's hard. To hear them say how they wish they were me. How my life is great. Their wrong. I tell myself to tell them, SCRAM! find out more about me before you go around and wish to have my life! But, I can't. Thats what lead me to poetry. I let myself go in poems. I express myself. However I myself as a human, want to. Though I was never good at poetry before, life changes and people change along with it. And so, here I am now with my life. It's just the beginning, of this life of mine, and still, I haven't taught myself, it's okay to cry.