Pema's Poetry

Who is she?

I met a girl,
She tells me stories,
There's determination on her face,
She marches on her own,
Singing her own songs,
Calling out to her own,

She's free,
She's alive,
She's living her own life,
She's irresponsible,
She's impossible,
She's stubborn,
She's different,

But like every other girl,
She dreams, she wonders, she thinks,
She shouts, she fights, she screams,
She sings, she cries,she's crazy,
She dances to her own beat,
She scares me,

She has the tendency to go from normal
To a complete bitch in one click,
She gossips and is generally very mean,
She talks to herself,
She looks within and realizes things,
She is being herself: rare and free,

She tries to be "them" but she fails,
And then consoles herself,
Don't blame her,
She doesn't have the grasp of most things,
Sometimes she acts,
She is a drama queen,

They've got opinions about her
But she just doesn't care
Her long lost gaze bores at me,
And I know she tries to be human,
Tries to be the accepted one,
I see her a lot,
In clear still ponds and mostly in the mirror,

Our similarities makes me wonder..
Who is she?
And if she lives within me..
Who is me?