'I'm not-so-pretty mademoiselle, with a jet black hair and a mole above my lips.
I do not want to be understood because I can’t even understand myself.
I ask to be accepted… as I am.
I do not want to be told what potential I have or what my future holds because I can decide it by myself.
Sometimes I hate life but there’s no way outta here…there’s no way freakin’ out.
I question my existence, my meaning.
I question what the "Real World" is and why I’m not there.
I’m lil’ bit nervous and very scared when it comes to boy and girl relationship- but I know how it feels to love and how it feels to be loved, and know how it feels when that love grows hard and cold.
I have felt some pain every time I have walked another step forward, yet after having taken even one step back, I have learned that regression and giving up were not options for me.
I know how it feels to watch my world and dreams shatter to a million pieces at my feet.
I know that sometimes my best isn’t good enough for others and that people can be cruel.
I know how it feels to have something mean so much to me- that is me.
I have experienced wrath, outrage and fury, but have still made it through the storm a survivor.
I wish I’ve known sooner that one conversation can make or break a fragile mind and heart.
I can’t pretend that I’m happy even if I’m not.
I feel lonesome in a crowded room. Sometimes my heart bleeds and I cry laughter echoes in my mind.
I am told to be different, to be MYSELF…
But then I’m told what to do and how to act. I like to write and inspire minds.
I don’t know how to sing but I try it anyway.
I drool over my studies and always wanting to be on top.
I can jive with the music and feel the dance steps of life bursting into my body and soul.
I know that miracles do exist, angels do find us in an hour of need and there is always something behind me pushing me forward.
Don’t try to understand me nor judge me too quickly.
My name doesn’t matter.
My HEART is OPEN.