Comfortably Me

I kind of like my body, I kind of like my face. My hair is different, I mean only 2% of the population has this hair color. My freckles are cool and I sort of like my oddly small ears. Hazel eyes, not so different but I still like them. My feet are a good size, my style varies, my mind? wonders. My friends? irreplaceable.The memories we share? magnificent. My life? decent. My dreams? Reachable. My courage? Needs to be improved. School? A living hell. My view on life? Different. An explanation on how it’s different? I’m sorry, I can’t explain. The words make sense in my head although in the eyes of you, reader, they will not. You see, I live in a world where I am physically present with the reality we live in yet my mind is in a magical place, a fantasy. I like it there, I go when I’m alone.It’s a special place, I can be myself there. How can I describe it? My happy place. I find we all need our “happy place” or our “comfort food”. Especially teenagers, it takes you away from reality. My tumblr helps also; the fact that no one except two people in my whole life know this is mine? Amazing. Now I'm sharing who I am, after months of hiding my poems and thoughts I am finally sharing them.