I'm insecure, but act proud.
I'm weak, yet I'm loud.
So mature around strangers, the people I despise.
Immature with my friends, when I shed the disguise.
I have yet to understand, who I really am.
Who do I want to be? And what's my master plan?
I might end up on top, all my hopes and all my dreams.
Or end up with nothing, unhappier than it seems.
I might laugh and I might scream.
I might fulfill all of my dreams.
I might plummet and I might fall.
Hit rock bottom and have to crawl.
No matter what.
I have my morals, I have my beliefs.
Like everyone else, I have my grief.
I've had some good times, and I've had some bad.
Suffered through lonely times, and cried like mad.
On top of all that. I'm still here today.
Sitting at home, with something to say.
Unknown "Krissy Amphlett" Feisty
- 16 years, 10 months, 3 days ago