The writer

By Sophia Brubaker

I’ve never been much of a writer; I never had much to write about.

But you were creative and wrote like an angel.

You wrote this character who was perfect, quirky, and unique.

You projected this on to me and were inevitably disappointed when you actually met me. You didn’t know what went wrong, so you tried to rewrite me.

I tried to play the role, but I’m not much of an actress, so you scrapped the work, left me half-written and confused.

So I finished the story, wrote what you couldn’t.

I’m sorry I couldn’t play your role, sorry you had to scrap your work.

But I thank you for making me a writer, finally having something to write about.