me

me
with my perfectionist attitude and organizational obsession
but somehow messy as well
me
with my small feet that have nails with chipped paint on them
my feet are always dancing because that's how it's been
forever
me
with my soft pink striped leggings
even though i've always expressed that i hate pink
i wear it all the time
me
with my messy drawers filled with shirts that i never wear and shirts that i always do
sporty and yet somehow (to me at least) fashionable
me
with my short finger nails that i chewed to the breaking point
and with the thumb nail that was completely destroyed by a baseball accident
my hands type even when i don't have a keyboard, making words secretly, beneath the covers
me
with my wrists that always have a hair elastic on them 
and a bracelet or two
me 
with my thin freckled arms that are usually gripping bike handles
or pushing through the water at top speed
me
with my chocolate-golden-brown hair that swings to my shoulders
it's wavy and puffy most of the time
but can be smooth if i really try
me
with my round face with lips either quirked in a small smile
or solemn because i'm listening to the song in my head
me
with my dark eyes framed by tortoiseshell glasses
me
wih my shirt that says 'i speak fluent broadway and sarcasm'
i once asked my friend if she thought that was true
and she said yes.
my head is filled with the soundtracks to musicals and with the narration of my life
because for some reason i've always thought as if life was a story
i snap photos of happiness and listen to dance music on my phone and drink lemonade from a tall glass.
i wish i could stand on a stage and sing and act but that's just in my head isn't it.
is everything in my head?