Who I Am
By colleen
A young woman.20 years-old.Brown hair with highlightsThat are growing out.Hazel eyes.34 A is my bra size(No padding needed.)5'3', with a little 'winter weight.'Creative.Romantic.Independent.Free as a butterflyWith wings to spread far and wide.Senior in college.A student.A daughter.A sister.A friend.A lost love.Boyfriendless.Afraid of falling in love,Being vulnerable,And completely giving myself to someone else.Afraid of ending up aloneAnd never having a family of my own.Awake too late-Unable to sleep.Insomina rules meControls meWith the TV glaring back at me As my only companion.I sing too loudlyWith a tone deaf voice.I dance with little rhythmBut it always brings a smile to my face And makes me feel alive.A child at heart.Swinging on swingsSo high that my feet touch the skyWithout a care in the world(I can pretend at least.)Summertime girl.A VirgoBorn in late August.Winter gives me the blues; It brings me down.Warm air and sunny daysMake my heart sing and danceA song that can not be turned down.Long, painted nails.Flowers and the color pink decorate my world.I love being a girl,Despite the many health concerns.Never much at sportsOr being a tomboy.I hate sweatBut I love wearing skirtsAnd looking cute.I let love go too quickly, Before I gave it a chance,That'll never happen again.The Indian Summer air is a constant reminderA part of me that will never die.I have a love of alcoholAnd having a good timeThat would make my parents scream and cry outIn disgustIf they ever knew.Random, pretend lovers,Hook-ups,Boyfriends for the night.Names and feelings are not important.Love for the moment is all I have the time And know-how for.What do I want to be when I grow up?Is a question that haunts me constantly now.A life in the limelightIs what all little girls dream upBut is it really what I want?I haven't completely given up On wishing on my one bright star.It gives me hope.But I've started to wonder It it's worth those 3 minutes it takesTo find a star,Close my eyes,And wish for something that I've Spent 2 years wishing forAnd is now just a habit.Math and science have Never brought me any joy.But I could write for hours thoughEven if nobody ever read it.It's all mine.My heart.My soul.My mind.MeWhat can I say, this is who I am, thought I'd share it with everyone. Hope you like:) Written November 2nd, 2001 © on Nov 02 2001 01:17 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"A young woman.20 years-old.Brown hair with highlightsThat are growing out.Hazel eyes.34 A is my bra size(No padding needed.)5'3', with a little 'winter weight.'Creative.Romantic.Independent.Free as a butterflyWith wings to spread far and wide.Senior in college.A student.A daughter.A sister.A friend.A lost love.Boyfriendless.Afraid of falling in love,Being vulnerable,And completely giving myself to someone else.Afraid of ending up aloneAnd never having a family of my own.Awake too late-Unable to sleep.Insomina rules meControls meWith the TV glaring back at me As my only companion.I sing too loudlyWith a tone deaf voice.I dance with little rhythmBut it always brings a smile to my face And makes me feel alive.A child at heart.Swinging on swingsSo high that my feet touch the skyWithout a care in the world(I can pretend at least.)Summertime girl.A VirgoBorn in late August.Winter gives me the blues; It brings me down.Warm air and sunny daysMake my heart sing and danceA song that can not be turned down.Long, painted nails.Flowers and the color pink decorate my world.I love being a girl,Despite the many health concerns.Never much at sportsOr being a tomboy.I hate sweatBut I love wearing skirtsAnd looking cute.I let love go too quickly, Before I gave it a chance,That'll never happen again.The Indian Summer air is a constant reminderA part of me that will never die.I have a love of alcoholAnd having a good timeThat would make my parents scream and cry outIn disgustIf they ever knew.Random, pretend lovers,Hook-ups,Boyfriends for the night.Names and feelings are not important.Love for the moment is all I have the time And know-how for.What do I want to be when I grow up?Is a question that haunts me constantly now.A life in the limelightIs what all little girls dream upBut is it really what I want?I haven't completely given up On wishing on my one bright star.It gives me hope.But I've started to wonder It it's worth those 3 minutes it takesTo find a star,Close my eyes,And wish for something that I've Spent 2 years wishing forAnd is now just a habit.Math and science have Never brought me any joy.But I could write for hours thoughEven if nobody ever read it.It's all mine.My heart.My soul.My mind.MeWhat can I say, this is who I am, thought I'd share it with everyone. Hope you like:)..."