I am a ghost with a red soul, a white spirit, and a black mind. Colours stain my life clear so that I can understand it, but another person's clarity confuses me. I write to express myself but when faced with a pen and paper often find myself empty of emotions to express. I dream of love but do not understand it. I yearn for safety and comfort but my heart is at its fullest when on an adventure. I am a creature of the night but I fear the darkness for it reflects a part of my nature that I dare not expose. And perhaps, at the end of it all, I am a poet who only understands the part of herself that is wicked, while the goodness that others see remains hidden from me.