If these are letters...

If these are letters, they will have to be misread.
Nothing that I write, I say, I think is truly understood and I have come to live with that pessimistic notion.
I blame the wind.
I blame the air.
I blame that math teacher I had in 4th grade.
All i know is that my neurotic insanity can't be blamed on me alone.

"From the outside looking in" is a statement that defines the confines of my helpless mind.
I describe things I shouldn't describe and create things that should've never been created.
I blame the wind.
I blame the air.
I blame that math teacher I had in 5th grade.
But I sit content with my blames and lack of tact, I attempt to explain the relative terms such as "insanity," "happiness" and "normality."

I was raised with strong values of new cars and diamond earrings. Finacial and materialistic success was the key to my largest dreams and asperations.
But the truth of the matter is,
my true terrestrial being is somewhere lying on a beach, homeless, with nothing more than the wind, the air and the memories of those math teachers I had in 4th and 5th grade.

~Emma