Who am I?
Who am I?
I am myself.
I still can’t figure out what that means.
I am weird.
I know I am.
I embrace it.
I am moody.
One minute I am joyful,
The next I am crying my heart out.
I am fragile.
I bruise easy,
Especially on my heart.
I am myself.
I am myself.
I still can’t figure out what that means.
I am weird.
I know I am.
I embrace it.
I am moody.
One minute I am joyful,
The next I am crying my heart out.
I am fragile.
I bruise easy,
Especially on my heart.
I am myself.