Finding Me
Finding yourself: in high school, is like: Espagnol for Dummies! There's never a right way to say the words unless you hear them outloud. The other day, I found myself. And this is what I came up with. This is me. I do love vintage music: it doesn't make me deaf I like to smile at the weird things: because they matter most To find that I mattered to someone, I had to matter to me first To have an undoubted assurance: I had to turn over a new leaf. I'm not a wall flower, I'm a pearl rose: rare, pure, sought after. I'm not a doormat; I'll walk beside you: you won't walk all over me. I'm quiet and shy; perhaps antisocial: but when I start speaking; it's an endless babble I'm not magazine pretty, I'm not anorexic thin. I'm beautiful and that's it. I cry about everything; happy, sad, scary things. I love and love vehemently. I hate just the same I think I laugh too much, sometimes I think too much. I'm always liking th