I am a fickle hearted Aquarius,
Who is as crazy as she is certain she has more than a thousand freckles.

My eyes are a confused mess of colours,
Which is the opposite of my brain.

I have strong, yet gentle hands,
That aren't quite as nimble as my feet.

When I speak, there is something thick in my voice,
That shows all the more when I sing.

Brown, but with natural golden streaks and a hint of red,
Is the colour of the flowing hair on my head.

I am who you think I should be,
Yet I am who I am, as well.