If you really knew me.

I'm going to miss this Creative Writing class.
It hasn't been enough time and I wish it wasn't ending.
I saw but merely a glimpse of what your lives are like.
And you barely saw enough of me; because you don't know me. 

If you really knew me, you'd know that I want to be creative and inspired and I rock out to Justin Beiber on my spare time.
You'd know that I love writing. I love music and talking to people, getting to know them.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I look on the inside of people, not the outside.
You'd know that I'm a 'go-with-the-flow' type of person.
You'd know that I wish I wasn't so shy or socially awkward.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I love cheeseburgers and that my parents are split and I don't know where my life is going; no freaking idea.
If you really knew me, you'd know that I dream of changing the world and understanding everyone.


But I'm scared.


I'm scared of heights and making wishes I know won't come true.
I'm scared of taking chances and sinking to the bottom of the ocean that's blue,
I'm scared of writing this poem because I've forgotten what it means to be real.
I'm scared of everything.

But we have to be scared so we can push through

and discover things we never knew

and change for the better and make ourselves new.

and for a moment, If only you knew,

If you knew me, You'd know that I want to know you.
And I wish we had more time.
But we don't, and that's it.
A shout is useless unless that shout is meant for love.
Shout for what you love, who you love and don't ever, ever stop.
Because if you really knew me,
You'd know that I shall never cease to shout for love.