Identity Poem

As I walk down the hall,

to others I'm just another pretty face,

going through the motions of life.

Some may think they see who I really am,

but most just see that I am tall,

academic,

and like to run.

But it seems that no one ever sees who I truly am.

They don't know what I feel inside.

They don't know what it feels like to be me.

Always trying,

Always caring,

Always hurt.

I'm just another pretty face 

among the hundreds walking through the halls.