I look in the mirror, and see a white face,
I consider myself to be an abstract person,
Difficult to understand, but paints pictures;
That explains everything I am thinking- perfectly.
I emphasize the colors, lines and geometrical forms-
In my explanations of words pertaining to me;
Pertaining to the world that I'm forced to live;
Pertaining to the emotions that I feel everyday.
I can write about anything I put my heart to,
I can be a million and four different things,
Most of all- I can only be me and who I am,
I was born to be a specific person- Karyssa.
I can look at something and see what others can't,
Or sometimes, quite oftenly- what others refuse,
My heart keeps pounding and I continue to write,
My one true love that doesn't disappoint me.
I pour out my emotions and idealistic visionaries,
Some people tell me, "get your head out of the clouds"
I can be unworldly and unidealistic too, you know,
Starry-eyed and impractical is what I'd call myself.
I can find a million and five words to refer myself to,
Like how I can be pretentious and flamboyant too,
I can contain myself most days and be pretty humble,
Just depends on the people I am speaking with.
I always agree to disagree just to move on,
To keep the peace within my chest and flowing blood,
No need to corrupt my heart with stupidity comments,
Especially by people who in the end- don't even matter.
