My life

Mint green with a spectacular shape. Attracting, yet scary and bold. Gold streaks of “feathers.” Streaks evenly dispersed and on those streaks details of her experiences in life. Oh so many golden streaks.The eyes, the tail, the beak touched with gold, standing out more than anything. Feet set on the ground, real steady. Such beauty with the wrong emotions inside. But the emotions can't stay inside forever. That loopy, curvy neck ready to attack. That peacock--full of rage from inside but at the same time  full of pride. No one can change it, not family, not friends, and not loves. Her face is confusing, she doesn't know what she wants anymore, she just might not decide… she’s tough but breakable. She is made of porcelain. Theres a hole between the surface and her legs, as if that was the empty space she feels within.

Two things I'll decide, one or the other. The love and trust is the hardest. But my parents are too . I will not decide for neither or. I will stay solo. For the rest of my life I will regret the mistake, I will regret the indecisiveness, I will regret everything .