Enchantress

Aren't we all what we believe, yet nothing we truely see. Who am I to say whom I am. Though Who are you to say whom I may be? I am a writer of sorts. An Edgar Allan Poe. One must be betrayed and tricked to know what they write for. Whom they write for. I know exactly what I write for. I write for justice. Forgiveness. Acceptance. Pain. Frustration. What teenager knows a life of innocence? Of love only. Who am I, but a mere insignifigance to society. I am leaving faint scars on the arms of humanity, a reminder of my existance, for all to see.