Past my domineering silhouette, can be discovered- a girl running to push out thought, someone with grass stains on her knees, someone whose eyes mischievously gleam. I am not defined by my skill, nor my appearance.
I am my actions.
I am the snarky comments that should not be said,
I am the comfort given to a friend,
I am the tears bitterly shed,
and I am the crazy laughter with no end.
Look past images to imagine,
see through judgments to judge.
People are their actions with no exception.
To see clearly you must watch.