Who am I?

*Slightly edited poem*

I am a smart girl that loves to write.

I wonder if we get a choice in where we choose to spend our afterlife.

I hear people talking in the air above me.

I see stars spelling out familiar words: heaven, hell, nothing, reincarnation.

I want to go to France and just see everything, writing it all down.

I am a smart girl that loves to write.

I pretend that the characters from my stories talk to me.

I feel them telling me that I’m crazy.

I touch their lives, wondering how I can twist it up some more.

I worry about people close to me dying left and right.

I cry for all the cruelty done onto humankind.

I am a smart girl that loves to write.

I understand how some days you just don’t want to do anything.

I say don’t avoid it forever; you have to do it eventually.

I dream about going to places with my friends.

I try not to procrastinate on my writing.

I hope to have people know who I am.

I am a smart girl that loves to write.