The Epitome of a Walking Riddle

she considers herself the epitome of a walking riddle, gentle by default but still lashes out bitterly. she tries to understand the world around her, but still feels like shes in a dream she can’t wake up from. she crumbles inside her skin but to others she looks completely comfortable. she’s the walking epitome of a riddle, for a riddle has many clues but oftentimes one solution, yet she still doesn’t understand her solution. she’s the walking epitome of a riddle, for she rewatched old cartoons to feel like a kid, but she lashes out when she feels treated like one. she searches for reasons for every negative occurrence that has happened in her life, only to be met with answers that she doesn’t quite like. answers that leave her searching for more, answers that cause tears to pour. she’s the walking epitome of a riddle, she begs for others to let her help, yet she can’t even help herself. she sees the beauty in all things, so why does the view of nature still seem to sting. she’s the walking epitome of a riddle, she can’t sit still instead she squirms and squiggles. the life she leads seems full, but she thinks the f was meant to be a d. confusion and hope lead the life, of the girl who’s a walking epitome of a riddle.