personality

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“Yes, you met an introvert”   They said, she’s not a call person She was counting on you to find her telephone wire.   
Personality defines who we areI am called IntegrityI am positive usI have strong moral principles and core values Personality defines who we areI am called Honesty I am positive for us I am straightforward and trustworthy Personality defines who w
the brain is a university bedroom adorn it how u want   scatter memories like golden fairy lights circling the sloped ceiling look how they flicker until they are reduced to a soft glow
What does it mean to have worth? Is it something that is assigned to you at birth? I have searched for the answer since I was a child, And through my journey, I have become tired.
I don't pick my favorite colors. They pick me. They cling to my skin, they go under my scalp, they find those little spots under my fingernails that become tender and raw when I bite them
All my life, fear has controlled me. The fear of not being successful, not being good enough, and disappointing the ones we love most.
There's that one word... It keeps me from succeeding... Failure. It's bound to happen, So why try to be Successful? I do nothing Because I won't win. I miss chances
We have begun to treat ourselves like our ninth grade English papers Earasing and fixing the mistakes marked up in red ink by society Tweaking and rewriting Until we are unrecognizable Until we are worthy of an A
People look at you, And just see your past. They see your tattoos, And your jaded mask. But I look much further, And deeper within. What I see inside you Is a true gentleman. I see a heart
Iceland. I’m pretty relaxed And at the same time Northern lights. High maintenance sweet pea. Face mask.
I live in a constant paradox, where in my happiest times, I am the saddest  and in my saddest times, I am the happiest.   The constant contradiction that I live in constricts me in a wide open cell.  
Dear Girl on the Other Side of the World,   I want to ask “how are you?” But those are just words. Empty noise. You won’t give me an honest answer I won’t give you an honest listen.  
  Pain and Sadness Joy and Glee, By these words you may know me, But is it I you truly know? Or just the me that I borrow.  
  We hold our Hope so close inside, Laugh with those who us deride, Our true person untouchable, While evils only scratch outside.   A blended mix of Pride and Fear
Sometimes I just want to tell you that I love you, you are always act all stubborn, your ignorance hits me like a sunburn.
What is itWhen you can't decideWhat you like,What you dislike,What is there inside you,What you want,What you need,What you see,What you feel,Or, what you are?
Unsure. Curious. It was a mystery. Lost in a sea of thought and history Wishing to know who I was, analyze, Underneath my outward guise. Desire to unearth my true personality
Words flow like water, deep into the soil Conveying meaning from nothing yet planting our voices deep into the walls hearing the screams, spouting we shall fall inner demons do tell all..
You can call me beautiful But it would be more heart felt If you called me intelligent. If you let me know that my laugh is Contagious. Or that the way I carry myself is Inspiring.
She considers herself smart, independent, and beautiful... On the inside. On the inside she holds nothing back... Her mind is free. Her mind is free of judgement, scorns, and procrastination...
Where does Sun’s light touch the distant horizon; a place of peace and faith Where then does Moon’s face shine, when she still hides other side in shame
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Who am I? Do I let you define me, no! It's my heart and soul that carries me. I am resilient and full of character. i am who i am
I am not solitary. I require the love of others, as do we all to be happy. I need occasional attention; I need encouragement; I need to be reassured, and hugged, and appreciated.
I can't remember the last time I told myself who I am Everyone always says, You're so perfect in every way.  Good grades, Good body, Good personality You're just so good.
Your personality is a smile. You glow with it, beautiful with such imperfections.   
Artistic and creative, she's always singing. Releasing her songs In her heart, to her mind, then to her lips, A girl lost in the music, Never will she be tamed. Away she goes now, to dance in the rain.
Handwriting a personality a story a first impression and a lifetime of learning                              of patience                                         of hardships             
Anger calls out to you, and addresses you with full confidence Needing that aggression to feel accepted, feeling out of place otherwise.
I met this girl a long while ago She wasn't right so I had to help her We became best friends over the years And then things began to get low   Bullying started and ruined her
I always see the good side of people,Always giving them the ‘benefit of the doubt’,While I expect others to do same for me,Still doing so even when they don’t. 
I am perseverant.  They tell me I can't, I say I can and will. No challenge or obstacle is too great.  Even through the toughest trials, I will prevail and push through until I am succesful.
There is beauty in everything in life, in death, in whatever comes before but beauty mostly resides inside of a heart
Hydrate Hydrate Hydrate  so you can heal your brain It might heal my concussion But it may not stop the pain   this is my third concussion It changed my personality THe only repercussion
I am young I am learning I am smart I am stuborn I am wise I am unaware I am organized I am disorganized I am happy I am hurt I am a hard woker  I am lazy 
I am quiet I am shy Too shy for a 16 year old I keep my mouth shut And my mind loud If you speak to me I will speak to you I am not rude I am nice Too nice sometimes
I am me in many ways I am different than everyone I know. I am a person with own desicions with own talents and aspirations. I am like a nomad who roams freely without rules only
Skin. And beneath that, muscles. Nerves and vessels move between. Blood flows. Heart pumps. Legs and arms flex and relax. But is that me? Smiles, frowns, wrinkled brows. Laughter echoes.
So many thingsI'd never doare done and that is allthese many thingsI hate I've doneare done—I can't recall;But if I couldgo back in timeundo what I have wrought,would it still
It's funny to think I've been called type A. That we could label a person with letters, put them into groups. I'd say I don't fit characteristics of anyone else.
When will some one find and keep me? They all see a piece of me and not the full me. I'm either intelligent, pretty, funny, or anything else that people see on the outside.
You look in the mirror, Begin to apply the corrupted judgments of society upon what you see. But what the mirror doesn't reveal is what truly matters.
Personas vacillate 'tween what is good,
I am beauty. I may not look like it I may feel like it
I live the unfiltered life. I may sometimes be lonely, But at least I am me! At least I know who I am.   I can look in the mirror And see my face,
I only m
I'm in a constant state of madness with my disarrayed hair I stopped tampering with and my bubbly, bright voice that can't seem to stay quiet.   I enjoy the simple things-
I think my life ahead in more than four or five paces. I think about the end. The finish line.  It all ends in tragedy.  Car crashes and infedelity.    I write really sad poems when I'm missing you.
I hope they like it. I hope they see it. But why can I not believe it? That girl inside  that picture you see is someone you know but is not me.  
They’re breaking the orchid ribs,
I squeal in the silence of my bedroom When I am excited Because I am just me   I sing out loud While my headphones are on Because I am just me   I listen to myself talk
My hair is thinning My skin is almost pale My life is nothing like a fairytale I am of the average height Contacts help me see what's in sight I look for depth in everyone
Days, weeks and months collide I'm starting to forget who I am inside Not sure what to think or feel Wondering if I'm even real   Finding new ways to hide Fears still reside
"There's no flaws in dreams,"Said my mind to me,"Be who you are, And who you want to be."I may have a personality,That's flawed in many ways,But a mind that's reigns...
"There's no flaws in dreams,"Said my mind to me,"Be who you are, And who you want to be."I may have a personality,That's flawed in many ways,But a mind that's reigns...
Who am I ? Im a young black African American teen. The one who always gets in trouble. Always getting locked behind bars. Six feet in the ground. Or a bullet wound. Who am I ?
The world is loud, society is, well, social.  “You’re so quiet and shy.” the public would say. Little do they know, I am different in a unique kind of way.                              
Me
Im not like you. Im too much like me.
The days of days that you were there,
Here I am.  All alone, yet somehow surrounded, by the lights, the noise, and the all the people, so slow. Is it slow?
Shoulder to shoulder I spy an angel and a devil At what point does my personality level   An angel is good and a devil is bad Both qualities I have had   My heart is big but may seam small
Who am I? Who are you? A mirror. I am you. I am the reflection of you. The true you. Your heart. Your soul. Your inner being. Your every essence. You have an indelible presence.
At my high school, I was a guy that everybody knew.  Everybody would dap me up and say "That Boy Rube."  They could easliy point me out by the waves in my hair and the color of my shoes. 
I'm up, but I'm not up I feel like a hot mess Oh! But wait can't let this make me feel less The mirror is my best friend He won't lie, he'll tell me what I expect
Inside of me, there is somebody.   It is me mentally, me behind the physical me.   He/She runs a circus.  An affair of all kinds.   He/She often comes out to play, when someone on the outside catches his/her eye.  
With so much life and personality I cant explain why but I know I will end up the casualty from my own doing I see the theoretic causality if only I could abstain from prophetic and persue nuetrality
weird thing about astrology signs is that some people say they don't matter
The world has not seen who I really am There is a fear whom one may know I am a girl who is afraid to show My laugh is loud and filled with joy People see me as if I’m a toy
 Fitting In. Well what does that mean? There are many meanings. To relate just wonder, but don't blunder. You want to be part of a group Have friends to relate too.
I don't make friends easily, I don't put makeup on my clear face, I don't have a sexual drive. In teen words. I am pretty much a fail. I assume I don't belong. To be honest, everyone's so similar and
People say I'm beautiful.
Hey! You there! Yeah, you with the large nose!
“I’m sorry, what? Come again? NO, I would not like to order fried chicken, But I would like to order you to get out of my face before you get written up for stereotyping.” Mm. People these days.  
Inside of me there is an asylum,             surrounded by a moat of milky light bulbs;             the only bridge burned long ago.   The dungeon holds a dragonfly
Everyone's got a canvas
I am from stalks of rice plants wallowing in the rural plains From long distance roads leading the little me home for dinner and killer summer waves pestering me every day!
Tell me about yourself Why? Aren’t I more than pieces of paper that read certificate, honor, or recognition? I’m supposed to be proud of myself Well, I am.
I'm weird, I'm brave, I'm scared, I'm tall, I
Some represent a two sided coin One side the light The other the dark
When your vision distorts And ragged breath is the only audible sound Ears are pouring out discrimination Because for once, twice, or more they can no longer be chided
i ask my self when the day will come, where i can be my self and not be compared to my sister. We are complety different, even though we are twins. Nobody can see us and we are invisible to most
  Lift that veil and kiss the facing lie, A single drop of hope will leave your eye, For your dreams all is lost, Let your heart be caught in frost.
I have two hands and a brush And a silver palette filled With many colors lush That I swirl and I swill.   My brush I drag across and down. Black drips into white
They think that I’m redThe kind of crimson that comes from loud mouths and smart remarksThe scarlet of sarcasm that stems from quick witFrom quips that taste like fire and sound like flame
No matter how much I express myself and people sympathize to understand, there's still that part of me that's never really known. All alone. It craves to have light shed upon it,
I was an ass. I was shy but an ass. When I worked up the courage to talk, all this gross undeserved arrogance would spill out like: "I'm probably smarter than you."
You--spill over margins, between lines lace ink with weakness--Your-- trembling fingers aching viscera cold sweats--pouring between shoulders, and flinching limbs--blood pumped by,
Can I put my trust in you?My future?My dreams? Can I share with you my biggest fears?My worries?My tears? No.  I cannot.You do not teach me trust.You do not teach my compassion.
Lost inside a world that really doesn't exist. Nothing more than fake history that we all seem to understand. Though we don't understand it and we don't want to accept it. But we do.
Individuality has become a competition Behavior is tailored to receive recognition If everybody’s eyes were closed How different would you be clothed? If your classmates didn’t surround your seat
Because I've become a stranger to me And I wonder what you see When I'm not in your presence I promise you, life is just a game of would you rather But, there is something about those who can take your life away
They help and hinder us   Eyes Full of Wonder and Death   Nose Smells of aromas and avoid stenches   Ears Hears of Wisdom and Folly   Mouth
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Lost inside something That doesn’t exist, Huddled in the corner, Hiding my face. Broken to pieces, Glued back together.’ Stolen from my mind, That piece that’s missing
Narcissistic Ned is driving; no surprise there. It's all about him. The others? Who cares? Contemplative Craig lays sprawled out behind.
Fallen to a safe, vulnerable country with no hope of escape loneliness is my security and fear has control of my fate the fate that has left me long ago to succumb
Colors: I love them Yet it's something I'm afraid to wear   Vibrant and bright - saturation so high it calls to the eye Or dull and shadowed - strong and firm and filled with control
I am alive in my room Where there are two windows One right, one left The right one is painted white, layered with curtains of daffodils The left window is clean and clear, framed in black porcelain
I padlocked the miles so distance could be kept In a vault where nothing of value could be dreamt Can you slam my fingers in a metal door Till they crunch and I can't touch No not anymore
Here we go again The record players broken Its hard to miss Hearing all that’s unspoken I’m sick of this Waiting for the lights to go out
Some tears say I’m sorry Some beg please look at me. Some tears ask just hold me. Some tears say leave me please. Some tears say help me… when I feel alone.
I felt myself drifting flying soaring All eyes on me, my mask adhered, my smile plastered, on plastic face. What’s this feeling?
~crying out she’s just trying to make it had a boyfriend who beat her..she couldn’t take it bad things happen to good people so she wonders if she should fake it she’s always cautious
Almost every night I lay in my bed and cry as the tears fall I wish I at least knew why I try to come up with reasons in my head I think that maybe I'm just stressed Worried about school and becoming an adult
The world is full of lies, greed, & lust; The simplest definition of the most of us, as compilation; We, not understanding how to be united as a people, have adopted racism;
A pure divine to life, beautiful as a lotus that blooms from the dripples of water, and the rays from the sun. From the soil a seed was planted, deep in the womb The anatomy wept from agony and painless fear
Lovely, curly head This is you, in me form, Giving you a message simpler than a worm, Remember how you used to hate those? Lovely, curly head Don’t ever give up Don’t ever lose hope
Surfing these waves of allegation comes easy to those born from the greenish foam that lines an undulating ocean
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