I was born on August 31st, this makes me a Virgo.

I’m told they are stable and known for being grounded,

But I feel as stable as a house on quicksand and the only thing grounded are my feet,

When I’m not tripping over my words,

Trying to explain that I don’t like large groups of people,

But enjoy the idea of participating in social events.

I’ve been told that I’m funny but only when I’m not trying to be,

I don’t know if that means the humor comes effortlessly,

Or if my natural stupidity is more comedic than anything I could ever intentionally create.

My confidence is solar powered and peaks when the world turns gold,

But I don’t smile in pictures because my teeth have told me that my happiness is unattractive.

I’ve been told that I am eye candy, and maybe if I didn’t eat so much candy, I’d agree.

The mirror depicts something different than my imagination,

My brain turns my curves into lumps and bumps,

And my presence into a burden.

This comes off as fishing for compliments,

But I don’t like fishing,

I don’t have the patience.

If you met me, you’d think I was the spawn of my mother and grey clouds,

I get my dark eyes from her,

But they cry just as much as it rains in a thunderstorm.

My head and my heart are like water and oil,

I’m worried they might develop two separate identities,

Then I may never recognize the person in the mirror.

I try to do things that scare me,

Not horror or haunted houses,

But jumping off of sixty foot cliffs and telling people that I love them.

The fear and adrenaline build character,

Like the ones I write about in my stories,

Except this character is myself and she’s still in the beginning stages of becoming the protagonist.

– z.d.