Imperfect
My eyes are crooked, my ears are uneven, I don't have a perfect body, I give to the poor and have impure thoughts about men and women of my aquaintence.
All this is part of me and is accepted by the people I love.
I have a mouth that easily smiles, I am ticklish without being touched, I talk during movies and have to stay for the credits afterwards.
Some people may think I'm mad, others may call it annoying, but this is me.
I enjoy the sky at twilight, and draw when the mood take sme. I yell and kick and scream, but htose moment soon pass. I am amayzed at everything I see. I feel others pain. I am never seen without a book and try to remember my dreams.
All of these qualities are mine and me.
When I look at people I see their souls, my eyes are brown, sometimes green. People stare at me. I love the Egyption civiliazations and have an unhealthy obsession with Audrey Hepburn.I want to model nude for an art class. I sing and speak to myself and I bite my lip when I am nervous. Sometimes I shake my foot when I am asleep and I care deeply for those around me.
I accept myself for who i am.
I always dance when I hear music.I fake an eanglish accent to strangers. And write stories of people I meet only once. I hide my emotions and am afraid of silence. Sometimes I see the world in purple. I feel bad when I kill spiders and I like to chatch things on fire. I cry easily and sometimes wake screeming for no reason.
I am filled with good and evil, no matter what others may think I am inperfect but,
I am me.
-Aug. 1997
I found it in an old journal I kept as a teenager, its amayzing because however much you think you have changed you're still you, and the truths of your youth are often the truths for your life.
