13 June 2007

i look at myself
and the stories i have told
those that are new
and those that are very old
i thought i was brave
and everyone said I was bold
people say i am warmth
but inside am very cold
i wanted to be something else
and now i am in some other mold
sometimes i think i am someone else
and sometimes it is only me
my strengths and my flaws
are something that are meant to be
now i dont know if i must
like myself for what i am
or I know myself and am finding
why i am?