2011-11-11 - 9:11 p.m.
I am who I am,
one in a zillion
a face of many.
Whom can you see?
Who is she?
Is it really me?
I can be of many things
whatever you may think.
I let you speculate.
Well, what do you get?
Is it accurate?
Is there a decision made?
I am the child inside
whom they think refuse to grow up.
I am the teenager,
hoping to stay young forever.
I am the adult,
struggling to keep up
with everything in the world.
I am the sister.
Little or big, take your pick.
I still try to be a listener.
I am the friend
who hate to pretend.
I am the stranger,
silently watching from the corner,
trying to understand everyone better.
I am the girlie-girl:
a plain Jane or a dazzling beauty?
It is all up to me.
Playing with your perceptions is quite a fun hobby.
I am the tomboy,
hiding my past, mental scars
underneath this so-called tough exterior.
I am Ms.Independent,
clinging to the mercy of God;
with all the strength and vulnerability I have got.
I am the wallflower,
among the couples in a romantic, slow-dance.
Oh, whatever.
Why should I feel dying for a chance?
I am who I am,
one in a zillion
a face of many.
Which do you (choose) to see?
The Author/QB
