If I was a book,
I might be mistaken for an instruction manual,
for Barbie Dreamhouse.
Because the shade of pink on my cover
might be a little too in-your-face,
you’d be surprised to find me comfortably
snug in between two books double my size
in the Suspense genre.
The same way you wouldn’t guess
the anxiety I battle with everyday
behind my flashy grin.
So the next time you see a girl
in a black cardigan and grey pants
and black lipstick and a deep frown,
don’t be too quick to conclude her story.
She might be