I am Venus. I am aprodite.
I am the virgin. I am a vixen.
I am a murderer. I am a begger.
I am pure and I am immoral.
I fight for all life. I aborted my child.
I am your saving grace. I am just as suicidal.
I’m a flake. I’m the only sane one here.
I am strongwilled. I’m a faliure.
I am the stongest person I know. I will let you down.
I am beautiful. I am plain.
I am a mess. I am rehabilitaion.
I am a vessel. I’m a woman.
I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be.
I am selfish, but not persistant.
I am liberal, I am right-wing.
I’m a dreamer. I am sloth.
You envy me. I envy you.
I am dead but I’m not reliable.
I am happiest when I am falling apart.
I’m the good girl. I smoke pot.
I’m sleezy, I’m spotless.
I’m a christian, I’m agnostic.
I’ve withcraft in my closet.
But Jesus, you are Lord.
I am alone. I am clastophobic.
I am porcelin. My scars make me smile.
I’m not the daughter you dreamt of. I am purely accidental.
Everything is fate. I am impulsive and unexplained.
I am a liar. I will tell you the truth without stutter.
I am my five-year old spirit. You can’t take that.
Have everything else of mine. I own nothing.
Nothing is ours. I am a thief.
I give to the poor.
I feed the starving. I am spoiled.
I sacrafice for you. But you cannot hold me.
I am everything you need. You made me drown.
I am indecisive. I am deceitful. I am unpreceivable,
I know you better. I am desert. I am the Amazon.
I am wild. I am domisticated and imprisoned.
I can still be free.
I am a saint. I am a wretched being.
I am a fuck-up. But I will not give up.
I am an artist. I am writer’s block.
I am your drapes and I am full of tears.
I don’t believe in bad timing. I believe in Today.
Yesterday is a rip in my lower lip. I am all eyes.
I subconsiously won’t let things work out.
It’s not you, it’s my independence.
I am a seamstress. I pull my sleeves to shreads when I’m anxious.
I am always anxious. I am homeless.
This is nothing but plaster and carpet and brick.
I am a shell, I am only temporary.
I will last forever.
I want you to forget my face but remember my name.
I am shamless and embaressed.
I am tainted, so forget all about that.
I am sheltered. I’m illegal.
I am STILL illegal.
So, I’m young but I’m not naive.
I am hard to get, I’d rather chase you anyway.
I am Freida and he is Diego.
I am used. I am abused. And I am so confused…
I am a bitch. I enjoy it.
I’m erotic, I am delicate.
I’m a lush. I’m under the counter, but unprescribed.
I am overmedicated. I am organic.
I am the Apocalapse. So hand over your sins and stock up on water.
I am a lowlife. I’ve never been happier.
I am a hippie. I’m at war with my name.
I am simple. I’m still a human.
I am rich. So are you.
I am my own best friend and my only rival.
I am the wings of a cardinal.
I am embodied in my 8th grade cons.
I am jazz and Marlboro’s trap.
I am pink stiletos and fishnets.
I’m a chainsmoker. I am above the influence.
Your mother thinks I’m trashy.
Your sister knows by the sound of my voice.
I am the peacekeeper: I carry the world on my shoulders.
I am selfish. I love you.
I’m a doll. I’m not “babe.”
I’ve got opinions. I am open-minded.
I am a daiguri but I’ll take a beer.
I am a pupil, I am a teacher.
I am a child and I am a mother.
I am Eve’s daughter and Adam’s rib.
I am masterpiece. I’m no trophy.
I’m a fence hopper and a shoplifter.
I am one of those “artist types no one understands.”
I am cotton. Keep your silk.
“Why don’t you want to be famous?”
“Why would I…?”
I am the Messiah Complex. I want to save you.
I want to know your story. I will kiss your wounds.
I want what I can’t change.
I am a musician. I can’t stand musicians.
I am a good sister and a bad influence.
I leave if you put the gun down.
I dispise reality.
I am a reader. I am a sailor.
I want the stars. I want to swallow the ocean.
I want to be a fish so I can fly through my sky.
I’m attracted to the “unattractive.”
I am an inactive anarchist.
I am a herbivore. I like my eggs scrambled.
I hate confrontation. I live for it.
I am a spiral notebook and a clean canvas.
I am not your figment. Figments can’t hear heartbeats.
I am not some dream you conquered up. I love mysteries.
I am sick of closed books.
I read the dictionary. I am so much fun.
And I am nothing at all what you figure me to be.
But go ahead and try.



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