I am confident and scared.
Bruised and scarred. I feel
terrified and excited. I am
caring, and loving, and
thoughtful, and hopeful. I get
sick and I get tired. I am shy, but friendly. I get dirty, but I
am dainty. I am careful, and
often times careless. I am one
whole that eventually
got perfectly broken.
I got misunderstood. Misguided and mislead.
I am hard-working and
determined, but a little
insecure on the inside.
I wish upon the stars and
dream colorful dreams. I pray to God, and cry my
own tears.
I wear a sparkling smile when
I’m close to breaking down.
I stumble and fall. But I brush
myself off and stand up again. I listen to others who can’t
hear what my acti