A poem by Violet
I have never loved
to wrap myself in other skin,
hide my eyes behind another face.
I have only wanted
a better soul than mine,
a graceful body, a strength,
and certainly this flesh could never have.
I have longed
for a patchwork, an alloy
of the pure, intelligent, the solid
a melting pot of my unobtainable traits.
I have watched,
as if I could adapt my observation,
the movements of perfection
that I wished were mine.
I have envied
affectionately from a distance
I can’t imagine coming any closer.
Violet writes about longing for “a patchwork, an alloy of the pure, intelligent, the solid a melting pot of my unobtainable traits.” She is trying to figure out how all the things she knows about herself can come together in a way that makes sense to her. We are all creatures of contradictions. We have rough edges and have parts of us we wish were different.
(Excerpt from Make the Best of Your Teen Years.)