• No Atlast
    I sit staring at the big blue never ending beauty
    and the burning sun above me thinking about...me.
    Who I am and who it is that I want to be.
    In middleschool you have to be in something to be a someoone...
    A prep, A jock, A rocker, A slut, A pretty girl but me I am nothing not an anything or an anybody
    I am never-ending,there is no atlast while dealing with me
    I am free, never-ending depths of the ocean
    there is no top to twist
    no bottom to hold
    I am never-ending
    I will not fit into your bottle....