Conversations at 2 AM

Who?

Who I am?

I am a young twelve years old.

I have no accomplishments to my name (yet).

I want a lot of things I cannot have.

Odd, because I have it all.

I like soccer.

I do not like expectation.

I like the rain.

I do not like the mud.

I want people to know me,

but I am too afraid to show myself.

The truth is, that I am a paradox.

I don’t make sense.

At least, not unless you see me the right way.

It’s difficult to be what people expect me to.

Oh, what about my family?

Especially my family.

It’s awfully hard to try to be yourself when you aren’t sure who that is.