I am me.
I am weak.
Once was strong.
I am independent,
But afraid to be alone.

I am not beautiful,
Perhaps cute.
I am brunette.
Yet is my hair not red??

I am not tall.
I am not short.
I stand for my beliefs.
Though I am shot down.

My eyes are brown.
They shine blue.
You can’t see them.
So what does it matter??
Do I even matter??

I am average.
Maybe a little above.
I am sensitive,
But pretend to be cruel.

I am sick.
I am confused.
I am well.
I am well directed.

Nice and sweet.
Cruel and uncaring.
Love yet unloved.
Share yet am selfish.

Can’t you see me??
Crazy yet sane.
Confuse and like games.

This is me.
All my shapes and sizes,
Moods and opinions.
Can you see me now??

Story: this is just a poem telling about the different sides of me. I like to remain in the middle of everything for some reason. I mean I'm sure lots of things have changed about me since i wrote this poem ((like hair color for one thing)) but it's just talking about me.

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