Lee Ning Xin Class: 3/5
I am not the type of person
Who writes eloquently to describe everything in detail
I am not the type of person
Who speaks as though every syllable is a beautiful note on a piano
Each sentence like a sweet melody
And each conversation like a majestic song that is praised
Over and over, again and again
I’m not the type of person
Who draws everyone in with a single smile
Who people love and shower attention with just a single flick of wrist.
I’m not the type of person
Who always seems to be a happy virus
Brightening everyone’s mood are just as easy a flick of a switch
Whose laughter starts off a chain of melodious happiness.
But I am the type of person
Who has that one voice whispering into my ears every single night and every single day
The voice wraps its hand around my throat, gently squeezing
But always reminding me that it is there
I’m the type of person whose mind is like an overworking computer
The machines inside ticking away
“Am I good enough?
Why are people looking at me like this?
Are they even listening to me?”
I’m not the type of person who bleeds their feelings into a poem.
Writers by the River 