I am a strong person.
Sometimes, just a person who could be strong.
But isn't.
Someone who is broken on the inside,
but keeps moving along.
Walking, running, crawling down the path that is my life.
Someone who tries to help all
though is very selfish sometimes.
I am called mom- those who call me that don't know the selfish side of me.
A person who wonders if people care.
But knows there are people out there who do
Someone who just wants to be loved,
but all she loves, she won't always let in.
I am a weak person.
Who pretends to be strong, but not fooling herself.
Someone who keeps breaking herself and letting others help.
Someone who tries to help herself,
because she wonders if others care enough to help.
I am a strong person.
Who feels week at times but can always pull through.
I hate getting help from others
But I see that sometimes it’s worth it.
I am not good enough, but I know I could be.
I used to try to be perfect.
But I know I am not and will not be.
I would like to be a strong person.
Like a real mother- strong, passionate, beautiful, everything.
I can be in the worse situation and still think practically.
So far out of life, I have gotten great friends.
Some have left, some have stayed.
But they all had their moments of greatness.
I have gotten love, and given love.
Given up love and given up what I thought was but wasn't.
I want to be an artist.
I want people to be changed by my art- be moved.
To stop for a minute and think.
To see my art and stop for a moment
and be happy- be moved
to understand and love and appreciate.
And be moved.
I want to change a life.
Sometimes I want to change my life.
I want to say something to someone that changes them forever.
I want to hear something that makes me understand everything.
And I want to have love,
true, real, passionate, sweet, weakening, empowering, beautiful
Love
