I started off as a small, quiet child.
But let me tell you!
I grew up to be wild.
That is who I am to you.

I don't need someone to tell me who I am.
I already know myself enough to tell myself who I am.
I don't need someone to point out my flaws and inadequacies.
They were created by lessons learned.
Nobody can tell me who I am because they're not me.
They haven't walked in my shoes...
Nor have they experienced life the way I live it.
Only one person can tell me who I am---me.

The beat the momentum
of my heart
their urgently ringing conversations.

My mind empty as vacuum
yet brimming
with fears and unsolvable problems.

This machine is not who me
as humans
we all have our own certain limits.

People never remember history
choose not to
they keep pushing though i'm broken.

They never seem to realise even
when i'm long gone.

Chained by truth,
Chained by tears,
Chained by dreams, and
Chained by fears.

Coward to self,
Victor to all,
Fears naught but one:
Which is Death's call.

Annoyance is plenty,
A straight face is kept.
Tears of joy,
Have never been wept.

Bane is joy,
Boon is sorrow.
Was there still hope,
To be a morrow?

Never change,
Never bother.
To show weakness
To another.

that's what you have called me
since you were about
one and a half.
who knows where it came from,
I certainly don't.
unless you were telling me
that I had a pizza face.
and maybe I did.
I was only 13
maybe 14.
you were the cutest
little girl I had ever met,
of course.
you still are.
a bit of an *******.
just like your mom.
just like your aunty pizza.
but cute,
loveable,
and certainly
wonderful.
you are hilarious without knowing it
laughing along because
we were.
you are going to grow into
a fabulous woman.
I know it.
and I know i'll watch it.
I know i'll help you
grow up, make mistakes, fix mistakes.
and Lacey,
Aunty Pizza
will always be here.
even if that's not what you call me,
that's who I am.

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people to help me smile.
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people to lift my heart.
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people to catch me when I fall.
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people to make me feel not so alone.
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people who have failed miserably.
My friends bring me to strife.
If they knew the real me,
They would say I didn't have a life.
If they knew the mess I am in,
They would probably say,
"You are not who we thought you were."
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people who will just have to deal.
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people who may never heal.
I am who I am,
I'll reveal my true identity.
And who is that?
Why, that's the real me.

I pray to the Lord that My sins and wrong doings be forgiving not jus by open heart but more like a scale to balance out the wrong from right. Some would agree that's a fair exchange in preparation before The Lords judgement. Lord willing I make it to see another day, not jus in the literal sense more along the lines of losing sight of the true meaning of life. Respect All. Always be true to yourself. Keep an eye on bridges you burn...

Tell me when you look at me
do you see me for who I truly am?
Or do you   w i s h  
to see me for who you want me to be?

I am not all that you think I am.
What if one day
that comes    suddenly  
as    all    days    should.
You look at me and find
I am some one new.
Not
who you think I am.

I told you
shown    you    me.
Given you a piece of my soul.

You don't know me anymore?

That's because you never saw me.
Who I truly am.
For all I am to you has been your imagination.

I have always been,
never less
never more
never fake
never anyone
other then MYSELF

Who am I?
I'm a dreamer. I'm hopeful. I'm a bag of bones interconected with emotions, through my veins runs as much excitement as blood.

I am messy hair, small eyes and steady hands and my hair is as wild as me, and my small eyes catch all the  beauty hidden in the corners, and my steady hands become an earthquake when I'm about to be kissed.

I'm in my twenties. I'm a teenager in matters of love and I'm a grandma when taking care of my friends. I'm a beast when it comes to fighting and I'm the weakest when it comes to crying. I feel too much and show too little.

I'm a daughter, a sister and a friend. I'm worried. I'm anxious. I'm happy. I'm a rave as much as I'm a book and coffee. I talk until my voice fades but my mouth is a tomb for secrets.

I'm a writer and a reader. I'm a dancing machine and a shower singer.

I'm raising an eyebrow when I don't believe you. I'm a random kiss on the shoulder when I love you. I'm cafuné when I care for you.

I'm optimistic. I'm cautious. I'm becoming what I always wanted to be. I'm strongheaded and lighthearted. I'm in constant wait for the world to show me this is not it and fairytale endings exist.

I am the fruits that grow from my seeds
      I am the sand when it brushes my feet.
I am the map of cities and towns
          Scars and bruises under my crown
A cosmic mermaid and stars are my shells
             I am a stranger in heaven and  hell
The rhapsody of chaos as it’s sung by the wind
                 I am euphoria that blooms in the spring
I am the pavement after the rain
                    A hopeless wanderer traveling by train
The crack on the sidewalk that darkens my path
                         I am my enemy my sword is my wrath
I am no skyscraper, I am no sham
                  All that I’m saying is I simply AM.