Alana Collins
Writer and Poet
What I am.
I don’t know why I bother.
I don’t know why I care.
Sometimes I just cannot be bothered,
And let it all go up, in the air.
I try to be different,
And not care what people think,
But I have now learnt that by rebelling,
People shout and moan at you, all of a sudden in a blink.
I want to pursue my hopes and dreams,
And be rich and famous to help my family.
But the people who I thought would be there for me,
Probably just think of me as some “wanna be”.
I may seem all happy, cheery and care free,
But I have learnt to put my defences up to deceive you now.
I would not let you in my world till I know you are someone to trust,
And if you knew every single one of my thoughts, you would sometimes think I was a cow.
My life may now seem easy,
But that is not how it has always been.
I have been through many things,
And I would like to say, bullying cannot always be seen.