I am what everyone sees and more
I am the female they put together
But a man wishing they could see
That I cannot possibly be the me they want me to be.
That I am striving for myself to be free;
Free of all the boxes they've packed me into, all the corners I've hidden myself in.
I am an artist who paints in his head
The one dreaming of a day when not everyone's brain is dead
I'm wanting the creativity
I know lives in everyone to escape
And for the oppressed to flea
I used to be that little girl, aside from all the others,
And now that my age has become larger, I want to be even further.
I want to travel the earth, and roam down roads;
Go to places no one knows
I am the one who writes down words
Too countless to ponder
Too many to squander.
My days spent counting the leaves
And my hands reaching up towards the trees.
I am kind and I am gentle,
But passionate with furry
And healthily mental.
My love is my home
And my house is their arms.
I am who I am,
Because of others
Each swipe of a hand, a different color.
I am a painting unique,
A mountain not yet reached its peak.
I am the man I am,
Not yet sure of himself.
But I'm sure theres more to find.