I am

I am a poet in Chucks

With angry hair and tight jeans

I am a dancer, bEaUtIfUl

If only 'till the music stops

I am a thousand laughs

Loud and free and unbridled

I am a thousand tears

Spiteful but short-lived

I am a MyStErIoUs, even to myself

A quandry of (im)Maturity

I am a SPONGE

Soaking in words and chocolate

I am so… fifteen

What a terribly memorable age

I am a singer of off-key chords

Sung in the tub with vanilla-scented foam

I am a daughter, a friend

A confidante and a dreamer

I am in LOVE

And baby, it's bliss

I am a sinner

Of broken promises and shameful lies

I am REAL

Are you?