As I sit here, writing this this poem to you
I've deciced to gift you with the truth
No preamble or bush-beating for me
I hope, your one of the few who can see
I'm not a package worth the title of collectable
Ripped open and tampered from past "missions"
I've found that at times I'm rejectable
My heart has been wracked by countless fissions.
Not to say I don't see my beauty
Of that I am fully aware
Though I am grounded with modesty
To handle me I suggest you prepare
I can be a handful, or so I've been told
I perfer the term: simply-complex
To be honest, I'm just looking for a hand to hold
Someone to stick with me, even if perplexed
I'm a strong girl, and this has been proven
I smile through the pain, and keep my head high
No matter what has been spoken
I don't so much as sigh
But in reality, I dont like the weight on my shoulders
I wonder how I'm still standing
As I carry my own boulder
I wonder when it will end, the reprimanding
My idenity holds more than angst
I'm one with my inner-child
Laughing is held high in my ranks
ans when it comes to randomness, im wid.
So here it is, the basics of me
Take all the time you nee to think
Here I stand young, wild, and free
Just remember I could be gone in the time it takes to blink.
