miss. understood

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: April 24, 2017

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Miss. Understood
She is the one who is there, just there. 
I'm not sure what she does exactly, but she does a lot.
I see her everywhere. 
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't escape her. 
Others think she's strange but I find her presence comforting.
She is in my head and all around me. 
She is the one who hears my cries at night.
She listens when I talk to myself.
She visits me, sometimes, always at the worst moments.
In the middle of class, she'll say “Hello, do you ever wonder what space is?” 
What exactly is space?
Is it nothing?
Is it something?
As I do my homework she will call to me and ask me to play my favorite song, or try on that new shirt I got.
In my dreams we sit together on a grassy hill and watch the sunset as we talk about the stars.
She knows my greatest wishes, and my biggest fears. 
No one knows me as well as she does. 
She gets me in the worst ways and loves me in the best.
She knows my song and sings it to me every night.
She is there for me whenever she makes me fall.
I'm not exactly sure what she looks like but I feel like she wears a mask for fear of what people would think if they ever saw her true face.
I can feel her waiting right now, on the grassy hill of my dreams, waiting so eagerly to speak to me face to face once again.
She never told me her name, but she just seems to know mine, as if she spent eternity waiting for me to exist so she could awaken me.
She hasn't succeeded in awakening me yet, and I don't plan to make that an easy job, yet she tries relentlessly.
But she is the one who waits for me in my dreams.
And I call her Miss. Understood.


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