Who am I? Am
Who am I?
Am I as helpess as I think?
Or am I as strong and independant as everyone else sees?
I am a beautiful mess,
Like a wild horse running across the plains.
A free spirit, never to be captured.
I'm smarter than the average population.
I strive to become better than ever.
I want to fly as high as the eagle, but be as wise as the owl.
Who I am is contradicting.
Trying to be two oposites at once,
Can I pull it off?
Of course I can.
I'm strong and independant,
With the hopeless idea of being someone I'm not.