I wrote this in my journal, regarding the summer past (about growing up):
This not a poem.
I am someone different then I was two months ago.
I am Aimee Ault
I do not obsess over the German guy
I am the uncanny
, but I also know how to be human
I have learned how to cry
, and when to cry.
I have discovered that love is worth fighting for if you really believe in it
I have been part of the work force
I have found that labor
is indeed tiring.
I have kissed and been kissed
I have lost friendship
s to things that I can not control, and I've understood why it is not my fault.
I've taken responsibility
for that which I know is wrong.
I've confronted that which scares the hell out of me
I've felt what it's like to be emotionally empty
and I have questioned that.
I've listened before taking my side
I learned to trust my parents
I learned to confide
in them when it came my time.
I learned that sometimes the thing you're looking for the most is right there under your nose
I asked myself the Questions to Ask Yourself On The Way to Self Discovery
I made promises
to myself that for once, I was able to keep.
I respected not what I was told to respect
, but what I thought deserved it.
But above all, I've become the girl I want to be, not the person that everyone mistook me for.