There Is More To Me Than "Myself"

August 6, 2014

'Be yourself.'

How?

I am so many different

People.

At the start of the day,

when the sun has not

fully awaken herself

and night still lingers,

I am Calm.

I am Serene.

I am one with Earth.

In the middle of the day,

when I am aware of all

the souls that I must

interact with, I am a

mask.

I am a smile when you

need it and a tear —

right on time.

But at the end of the

day,

when there is just the

moon to keep me

company, I am wild.

I am free,

I am all of the words

that stick to my throat

throughout the day;

vowels and syllables and

sounds that hid behind my

tongue.

I am stardust and a girl with

the universe inside of me.

There is more to me than

Just myself.

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