Mixed Up Girl
by Aveline

I go from black to white and back again,
I am a coin constantly flipping,
I am a see-saw tipping restlessly back and forwards,
I see something diffrent every time i gaze into the glass,
I feel like a spinning top endlessly turning,
I act like a tree being blown in the cold wind,
I shine like gold then tarnish like silver,
I gush blood but then heal again.
I feel like a shattered glass,
shards glinting menaceingly on the ground.

The day makes me feel sad,
The night makes me feel worse,
The sun scorches my skin,
The moon lights my fears.

But then again,
I'm just a mixed up girl!