When you live in a world of hate, you tend to cover who you are.

It’s only happens when you grow and understand the shows your parents watch.

And in a school where you feel so rare.

You tend to mask yourself just a notch.

So let me introduce myself.

I am Katherine, not Kaitlyn or any other name.

People say I have an interesting interpretation of life itself.

I seem to know more and mentally understand things while others are stuck on a chain.

Though I don’t try to put myself above others.

But I selfishly admit I do crave others praise.

And I am told that I am famous apon friends mothers.

But I am here to tell you that my true secrets and self are covered by a fine glaze.

For now I tell you the small snippets.

I don’t know who I am, I just know I am the creation of somebody’s.