Myself

I’m weird,

Excepcional,

Crazy, and

One of a kind.

I am poet,

Or at least,

Try to be.

I am writer,

I try to be that too.

I am girl,

Don’t want to be

Just one more.

I am girl

And want to reach

Beyond the moon.

I am stubborn,

I like to win.

I am perfectionist,

I’ve no modesty.

I see color

In music.

I don’t see

The reality

As you do.

I can tell you

A story

Out of the blue.

I am a being,

Human one,

Mortal child.

Meade if flesh,

Core of bone.

Have my flaws,

Felt the pain,

Regret mistakes.

I’ve been given

A life, and

What you see

Is what I’ve done.

I took a path,

Chose a course,

Walked through it

And still in it.

I own a heart,

Possess a soul;

I’ve been hurt

And I have hurt.

There still some wounds

Open bleeding,

Other,

Already been repair.

What I am

I won’t change.

Perfect,

Never be.

Have to improve,

I’m not yet the best of me.