My Impression
Looking into a reflection,
It’s possible to tell you my projection,
But not my impression.
Looking through my thoughts,
To explain myself in a selfless way.
I care for others.
I treat one friend like I’m her mother.
Since her real mother isn’t one.
I try my hardest,
But not all the time.
People call me a social butterfly.
If only they knew what is behind my wings
They would change their mind.
I try to perfect things,
But to my perfection.
I question many things that others would not.
I hope this completes our evaluation.
This poem is about:
Me