I am made of tiny balls of this and that. I have social anxiety that controls most of my life.

Everywhere I go, I’m shaking either from excitement or fear. The music I love soothes my soul and sets those balls of energy free.

No more stress, no more fear; just peace and love. I am made of everything around me.

The rain, the sun, the tears I have cried; the mean girls, the teachers who know me, inside.

I am not alone, but I have no real mold because the way I live varies from day to day; minute to minute, word to word, and storm to calm.

The people surrounding me have more influence on me than one would think. Every move, every look, or gesture sets off a firestorm in my mind.

I constantly check myself to see if I fit in or act the correct way. Why do they look at me like that, with their judging eyes and wild minds?

Why can’t I be like everyone else? So surefooted and confident in every single way.

Then, I remember that I’ll never be the same; I’ll never have anyone else to blame, but myself.

I am made of everything I choose and nothing that hasn’t already been. I am Selena, but that does not contain me.