She is me and I am her

Quiet,
speak only when spoken to.
Hunched shoulders,
trying to hide in my own skin.
Normal bland clothes,
fitting in but not being me.
Doing the right thing,
even when it means being quiet.
Worrying about grades,
working too hard.
She is me,
and I am her.
Laughing,
until I snort and tears come to my eyes.
Running fast,
the wind catching my hair.
Chatting away,
about oh so many things.
Speaking my mind,
whenever I want to.
Pushing myself,
but not to the point of exhaustion.
She is me,
and I am her. 
 

Amelia_v

VT

18 years old

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