Creativity641

I'm an introvert.

I hate when people tell me I need to come out of my shell.

Because you know what?

I like my shell.

It's not a problem, it's protection.

Like a turtle, I carry armor with me always.

The promise of spring.

Rain.

Flower buds.

Light breezes.

Green leaves.

Melting snow.

Saplings.

Hope too.

That most of all.

I always try to be sunshine.

Happiness incarnate.

Funny and easygoing.

Helping my friends feel good.

Making sure nobody worries about me.

But sometimes I just want to escape it.

I wish I was underwater, my thoughts drowned out by silence.

The world above me muted.

The water cooling my skin.

Surrounded by that velvety liquid we call water.

That miracle.

Oh, how I wish I were underwater.

Girls in fairy tales, are always saved.

Why? Why can't they save themselves?

Why does Cinderella have to marry a prince to get out of her stepfamily's grasp?

Why do Sleeping Beauty and Snow White need a prince to wake them?

If anyone ever called me beautiful, I don't know what I'd do..

I'm used to being pretty but not that pretty.

Plain but not ugly.

I've never been called beautiful.

Beautiful is for people who match some standard.