I am a Chameleon.
Floating through the atmosphere, ever changing personalities.
I can’t stick to one version because there are so many.
Different parts and aspects of the ever changing me.
Through time and space, which version is the real me?
Instead of adaptations and molded parts of clay, glued to me.
But with you, I think this is the real me.
The most authentic version, I’ve ever seen.
Thank you for loving me.

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'·. Something I wanted to feel

I don’t want to be a princess.
I prefer to be a wall
or a shoulder
that some one can lean on
I don’t want to be spoiled
I want to
fight
Get dirt on my clothes
Clean them
search more
fail more
know more
see everything
Try everything
I want to share the road
With some one
Running not carried
I want to look behind
And see MY footprints.

Oh little one,
Your heart died so young.
Life can be a pain,
And you were stung.
You sought happiness,
In the arms of your own.
As joy did not exist
In the heart of your home.
Your carers,
Were made of stone.
Flashes of anger
Turned you cold.
But through this,
You continued to grow.
Be proud,
Little angel,
You have won this alone.

a lonely light
shall be the only
one to shine upon
a poorly lit spot
until its image
reveals a well
hidden spark

I'm not the best at anything, but I'm here and I want to be seen.