And just for thought...
This is the path that I walk,
a delicate balance of who I am and want to be,
still never adding up to the sum I aim for.
Almost a quarter of a century old, the blood of my youth still shakes my frame.
You want me to lay myself down, air my dirty laundry to a world not prepared
but I will keep it to myself.
You see and I see but what is it we are seeing?
Attempts at pinning me down to a generalization fail you miserably.
As cold as ice and as hot as they come, I fit nowhere in particular.
I walk my path, leaving breadcrumbs,
but it is not you who I will end up with.
Sugar me sweet and butter me up but you are still not what I want.
Multiply that by a thousand and you'd still end up nowhere near me.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.