The Mile

…and thus begins Catie's poetry journey…

Do I belong here?
Alone and with fear?
Do I look happy?
Or rude and snappy?
I need a break,
Because my smile is so fake.
I may be mad,
Or just extremely sad.
I find my away around,
But no one dares to make a sound.
Some people are beat up inside,
Some people just want to hide.
I try to sleep a night,
But my mind has a constant fight.
I try not to look upset,
But inside I work up a sweat.
I am not sure who I am,
Or what's my plan.
I just want to smile,
Even if that costs a mile.