Who Am I?
I am one soul,
With many faces.
Inter, ever, never changing,
Dependent on the day.
I am intelligence,
That rush of adrenaline,
At a new concept, a new idea,
To be stolen away in understanding.
I am rebellion,
The stand-out in the crowd,
The forging of my own path,
As defiance tilts my jaw.
I am shyness,
The little girl in the corner,
Scared to live, to reach out to the world,
Because it might turn back and bite her.
I am the alchemist,
The life and the soul of the party.
When I can say, do no wrong,
And everyone, everything I touch,
Might just turn to gold.
I am failed perfection and flawless,
I have strived for the top, and fallen short,
Always short.
But maybe that’s what it means to be human.
I am nothing special.
I am one in oh so many.
Yet still, I am me.
Planet Earth is an anarchist,
A jungle of ever-changing constants.
And I?
I am just a girl.