To everyone who knows me,

I'm short, with brown eyes and

Dull, brown, unstyled hair.

I'm not too big, not too small.

I have glasses, which make it hard

To see my eyes sometimes

Yet everyone tells me they are beautiful.

Everyone knows me as being

Sweet, honest, respectful,

Sarcastic,

A rule follower to the max,

The helpful girl who never tries to

Hurt someone's feelings.

However,

In my mind,

I am never truly here.

I'm always in a world of

A book.

Never able to say what's

Truly on my mind.

I am the best author-

But the stories are in my head.

I just tend to compile ideas

From books and make it

Something of my own.

But still.

They are some of the

Greatest stories

I have ever experienced.

When I'm not around people

I'm shy and quiet.

No one would ever guess that

I sit and read the day away

In a completely different realm.

I tend to get in trouble, actually

Because I read too much.

But I don't care- 

It's what I love.

I'm the kind of person who

Blanks out when a question

Is forced upon me.

I tend to cover it up with

Sarcasm or jokes.

I always put other people

Before myself.

I will put on a happy face

To make sure others aren't unhappy.

I will put everything aside

To help someone who needs me.

Yet,

On another note,

I am

A harpist,

An artist,

A dreamer,

A teacher and mentor-

A friend-

A person who

Seems to only wish that

She could be forever in

The world of fiction.

Alas, here I go.

Rambling once again.