She.

She doesn’t want to accept certain truths.

She doesn’t understand how to be a normal girl.

She doesn’t want to just give her heart over to anyone.

She doesn’t feel like anyone truly knows her true colors.

She doesn’t get the reasons why people act the way they do.

 

She creates art pieces.

She creates hell on the heart.

She creates seas of color where life is gray.

She creates havoc and chaos wherever she goes.

She creates feelings in others they didn’t know they felt.

 

She does want to explore new adventures.

She does have friends who are there for her.

She does know how normal and busy daily life can be.

She does have a soft spot for the simplest of moments in life.

She does want to experience things she never has experienced before.

 

She loves hearing music.

She loves dancing in the rain.

She loves to try to understand others.

She loves those missed moments of passion.

She loves chasing dreams that seldom ever come true.

 

She hates being alone.

She hates feeling unwanted.

She hates driving people away.

She hates not seeing the sunshine.

She hates not being able to please others.

 

She is full of life.

She is sweet and wild.

She is a treasure to have.

She is completely misunderstood.

She is passionate to those who deserve it.

 

She doesn’t always feel beautiful.

She creates second guesses in her head.

She does have a fun time trying to keep what she has.

She hates messing up other peoples’ lives in ways that can’t be undone.

She loves being the loving, enamored, romantic, hopeful girl in search of someone.

 

 

That she is me.

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