Every year I look back on what I've accomplished and what I've learned. Who I've become friends with and who I've lost. I remember the mistakes I've made and the lessons I've learned, but most importantly the experiences that have shaped me into who I am today. I didn't plan for this to be a poem, but it started to rhyme, so I decided to take a chance. This is my first poem.... so it's going to be pretty rough.
Today I am a girl, just like everyday
With a steady gaze and hazel eyes,
With long brown hair that can shine like a ray,
Who is kinda tall, only 5'5"
Imperfect, but perfect in her own way.
A girl who wears mostly Abercrombie and Hollister,
Hoping her makeup is just right,
Who looks preppy and proper,
but only during the daylight.
A girl who goes natural in the security of her home,
Without makeup and perfect hair,
Who wears her favorite pair of sweats and turns off her phone,
Reading a book, not giving a care,
Content with the quietness of being alone.
A girl who gets scared by a freaky thought,
But watches countless crime shows at night,
Who learns from the lessons that mistakes have taught,
Who never goes down without a fight,
resulting in countless of scars from battles fought.
A girl who wants peace and hope,
Who wants to see smiles on everyones face,
Wanting to help everyone cope,
Who puts people first, not caring about their religion or race.
A girl who loves her friends,
Who has countless memories of their inside jokes and happiness,
Knowing that she will be with them til the end,
Who gives and has a shoulder to cry on in times of sadness,
And will always keep in touch. Read, reply, send.
A girl who has thoughts on everything,
Who has ADD and cannot keep her feet still,
Who squeezes her mouth shut, even though blurting out is tempting,
Who gives good advice, but never follows her own on free will.
A girl who dreams of showing who she really is to everyone in time,
Who wants to be seen, yet be hidden,
Who wants to be well known, but anonymous and clandestine,
Like a spy who wants to be free, but forbidden.
A girl who expresses herself though art,
Who finds music mystifying and beautiful,
Who is either just doodling or creating a master piece from her heart,
And who is always looking for something wonderful.
Today I am a girl, just like everyday
With a steady gaze and hazel eyes,
With long brown hair that can shine like a ray,
Who is kinda tall, only 5'5"
Imperfect, but perfect in her own way.
A girl who wears mostly Abercrombie and Hollister,
Hoping her makeup is just right,
Who looks preppy and proper,
but only during the daylight.
A girl who goes natural in the security of her home,
Without makeup and perfect hair,
Who wears her favorite pair of sweats and turns off her phone,
Reading a book, not giving a care,
Content with the quietness of being alone.
A girl who gets scared by a freaky thought,
But watches countless crime shows at night,
Who learns from the lessons that mistakes have taught,
Who never goes down without a fight,
resulting in countless of scars from battles fought.
A girl who wants peace and hope,
Who wants to see smiles on everyones face,
Wanting to help everyone cope,
Who puts people first, not caring about their religion or race.
A girl who loves her friends,
Who has countless memories of their inside jokes and happiness,
Knowing that she will be with them til the end,
Who gives and has a shoulder to cry on in times of sadness,
And will always keep in touch. Read, reply, send.
A girl who has thoughts on everything,
Who has ADD and cannot keep her feet still,
Who squeezes her mouth shut, even though blurting out is tempting,
Who gives good advice, but never follows her own on free will.
A girl who dreams of showing who she really is to everyone in time,
Who wants to be seen, yet be hidden,
Who wants to be well known, but anonymous and clandestine,
Like a spy who wants to be free, but forbidden.
A girl who expresses herself though art,
Who finds music mystifying and beautiful,
Who is either just doodling or creating a master piece from her heart,
And who is always looking for something wonderful.
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