I am many things.
There is no one word that can describe me.
I am young and ambitous
Yet naive and supersticious.
I am flawed and imperfect.
But I'm told that I'm worth it.
I am the victim of self destruction.
The daughter of anger, hurt, and pain.
The sister of lies, deceit, and frustration.
The lover of romance, flowers, and rain.
The neice of nightmares and terrors.
The friend of trials and errors.
I am the product of love lost.
I am one who has been lost.
I am struggle and temptation.
I am passive and aggressive.
I am prayer and redemption.
I am committed yet apprehensive.
I am one that has been dropped and thrown.
I am one that continues to move on.
I am sure that I will be a token..
I am confident that I remain unbroken.