I am a writer
I am happy
I like to go out
I like curling my hair
I adore red lipstick and red scarves
I'm confused about my future
But that's okay, everyone is
I don't always like myself
I am shy
I stumble on my words when I'm nervous
Which is most of the time
I'm trying to gym
I'm trying to mend myself
I wish my writing was better
I enjoy singing
My singing teacher irritates me because she focuses on method
And less on emotion
Yet when I perform
They tell me I take them away to another place, another world
I like singing for people
I get emotional
Very easily
I'm studying a degree in mathematics
And physics
Yet my favourite part of it is Psychology
Which is an elective
And I can't major in it
Honestly I love it
But I don't have the patience and the heart for it in real life
I like music
It makes me content
I love sad songs
I love emotion
People make me nervous
I'm bad at relationships
According to my past two
Apparently I rely on them for my happiness
Maybe they are right
Maybe I need to find me
I like pilates
I like going out
I love dancing
But I've been told my ex I have two left feet
And now I need a drink to have the confidence to dance
Or else I stand like a wallflower
I enjoy drinking
Because it makes me confident
And I lose myself
And I laugh really loudly
I have terrible alcohol tolerance
One glass of wine and I'm out
Oh and tequila...
My weakness
I'm trying to heal myself currently
I've cut social media
I've stopped looking at the lives of those who have hurt me
Ignorance is bliss
I'm trying to find balance
I just want to heal
And be me again
I don't quite know what this is
If it's a poem
Or a list of truth
Of who I am
The things I don't ever tell anyone
This is who I am
And I've given it to you
Do with it what you wish