Hows my Poem? murky water, drowning falling farther. hold my breath, but how much longer, stretch my body but I can't see the bottom, this is life, but no I won't accept it so I push harder, this can't be life, this can't be it, I'll break the mold, ill be bold, ill be me, but how when I am pulled underneath, sucked down by curiosity, wondering what it's like to just give in, don't fight and let the water win, push out the air in my lungs like I push out my self, lose it all under water, hiding behind this murky water, you won't see me, the true me has left this body, gone and with it my sense of self, I will be like everybody else, society pushes all this weight on me, ive given in I won't break free, this is me, wait no it's not, it's just a shell of my body, the girl who used to be herself until she saw that thats not what evrybody else wants, so now shes gone. Murky water, pushes me down but I'll never reach the bottom, why have I given in? Why can't I be my own person, accepted as me and not just another nobody? floating through the water, it's getting harder, to hold my breath. What if I just let go? Will I be free, can I soar and spread my wings, take the easy way out instead of pushing, not who I'm supposed to be but ending it will be easy. No, ill take it, become who I'm not supposed to be just to be accepted by society. Unhappy, no not in my vocabulary because if I let myself believe, this fake smile will come tumbling, down... deeper I sink. Curse my curiosity, wondering what it's like to finally fit in. It's not what it's made out to be, I should have kept fighting. I am unsteady but I can't show hide my fear and sadness or I'll rise to the surface, but once again I'll be different, always at war with myself, I feel these things but I guess it's just me, nobody else. why am I this way, I'm somebody else, not me, I am a little plastic barbie doll sitting on the shelf. Murky water, don't give up you'll be pushed down harder, remember yourself and it will all be great, you won't suffer the same fate, as me, or the shell of the girl who used to be.