I'm a poet
I write
for the sole reason
of writing
I just want to bleed
my heart out
on this piece of paper

Don't climb the ladder
of success if you suffer
from fear of heights.

The instructor said,

      Go home and write
      a page tonight.
      And let that page come out of you—
      Then, it will be true.

And so I sit here, mulling over this blank page and think.
What am I to say, what am I to share? Who am I?
Maybe I should start there?

I am a female, both a woman and a girl or somewhere in between.
I have lived for 21 years and some change, though I am not the same as most my age.
I like to listen to soft melodies, and drink hot beverages.
To stay (safe) inside and happy on most days. Read something, Watch something, maybe create.

I am me. A simple soul, but at the same time not.

Let me explain, don’t worry, it won’t be a lot.
I try...I try to be what I am taught, but trying to be who they want me to be, I’m at a loss.
Because you see, It’s difficult to strive for your dreams in this era, but that is just the way the world spins.
In truth I do not know who I am. Is the me that is seen, the me I believe myself to be? Or the person I try to be? If that makes any sense?
Though, I do believe that we are who we want ourselves to be. And in the end I have decided that all I am, is who I am perceived to be by you my peers and friends.

If you haven’t noticed yet, I think too much for my own good, I lied... I have a feeling this paper will be longer than it should.

One thing about me, is that I think about space a lot, because when I think about earth....
Y’know what...I’d rather not.

I’d like to love, but what I have seen and heard makes me hesitate,
It is up to my luck, or some say fate to find someone who can help me break down this barricade.

Anyway, I have a dilemma, across the street from my window right now is the Uno’s and I have this primal urge for a sweet dessert. Though I know I should not because the idea of going outside right now turns my stomach into a knot.

But hey, that’s just another Friday.

I do not know if this paper is what it was meant to be, but it is me. So In conclusion;
What should I say? Who am I?
Uno’s dessert might literally be to die for, what should I do?

Also, It’s a bit too late but I think I should have led with
“Hello, nice to meet you!”