Sometimes I am a toddler,
When the only thing that can make me happy is to sit on my mother's knees.
Sometimes I am a parent,
When the people around me can't seem to see the right road.
Sometimes I am an artist,
When the urge to capture moments and memories is unrelenting.
Sometimes I am bland,
When all the colors have faded from the flowers.
Sometimes I am a dancer,
When I'm inspired to give leeway to the graceful part of me.
Sometimes I am lazy,
When I just can't force myself off my sluggish butt.
Sometimes I am an adolescent,
When I don't know what I want or how I feel.
Sometimes I am precise,
When there are too many "abouts" and "approximatelys" and I want to be sure of just one thing.
Sometimes I am a dreamer,
When I hear my prince on a white horse tapping upon my window.
Sometimes I am a realistic,
When I slide off my unicorn, and hit cold, hard ground.
Sometimes I am a psychopath,
When my own mind makes less sense then the vast world around me.
Sometimes I am stable,
When everyone else is flying away and they need a rock.
Sometimes I am neurotic,
When my emotions get the best of me, and I'm not sure what to feel.
Sometimes I am balanced,
When all the scales are tipped and what the world needs is harmony.
Sometimes I am a pessimist,
When any threadbare chains that hold me aboveground suddenly snap.
Sometimes I am cheerful,
When the sun can't seem to shine any brighter and the people around me can't seem any happier.
Sometimes I am a therapist,
When in addition to my own plagues, my dear friends add their troubles and worries.
Sometimes I am selfish,
When my grief means more than yours ever will.
Sometimes I am open,
When I wear my heart on my sleeve for everyone to see.
Sometimes I am shut,
When the walls come up to stop myself from the advancing pain.
Sometimes I am dangerous,
When I know I am strong and my fury knows no bounds.
Sometimes I am uncreative,
When I seem to be stuck in mud, and I can't get my car running again.
Sometimes I am a writer,
When the way the pen strokes the paper is the most beautiful thing on earth.
Sometimes I am me,
When I'm not sure just who that is.
Hey there everyone! :) So I've been having horrible writer's block for a while and tonight, I was sitting in my brother's room at about 11 at night and this idea struck me. So here I am at 12:38 at night. My only worry is, this sounds very very very familiar and I'm pretty sure it's been done before, but I'm still kind of hoping that it's not familiar from another work, but from my own mind. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this. It was quick, simple, and the best way for me to empty my mind on a night like this. Thanks for reading :)
~Lily Snape
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Morning Dew
Kısa HikayeThe exact opposite of I Sold My Soul to the Devil. Series of en-lifting stories that I think up in my most happiest moments.
