I am Human

I am complicated. There is more to me than people realize. I have feelings. Do they know how much I care? Do they know how much it hurts? I am angry. Fuck everything and everyone. I am happy. I love everything and everyone. I am a woman. There is strength and desire and wisdom beneath these long black lashes. I am a dreamer. There is no place I do not wish to go, nothing I do not wish to be. I am a writer. I need a place to call my own when I’m complicated, when my feelings overwhelm me, when I’m angry or happy, when I feel things a man will never understand, and when I dream. This is why I write. I am human.