I am a Sports Car

 

You might think I’m just

a fifteen-year-old girl

with brown hair

and green eyes

But I know I am more,

way more than that

not a rainbow or cloud

not a plant or a flower

A car

a slow-moving car

when I am upset

or in sadness

when I lay in bed crying

watching a sad movie on Netflix

I’m a car stuck

broken-down

not moving

people annoyed

wanting to get out

But when I become happy,

my ride starts again

peoples faces light up

and smile

I become a relaxing,

cruising car on the winding roads

surprising everyone with my

smoothness and jerkiness

I begin to do a U-turn

and flip around

I’m constantly going

until I get parked

then my journey ends

I take a breath and start again

The brown-haired

green-eyed girl

is a car

a slow, fast, exciting, boring, weird car

all in one ride