Memories and Mistakes

 I am myself because it's the only person who understands me,

I can't write me on paper but who I think I am is different.

What I used to be and who I am now is an influence of fifteen years experience...

but that time keeps moving forward.

What I thought was an easy task of writing has turned my head into a frenzy because that is who I am.

I am different and yet I am the same.

I am so very hard to understand I begin to question myself.

I am silly and I am clumsy and I am frustrating,

I am my memories and mistakes.

I haven't always the confidence to be myself but I can be whoever I want to be.

I am the beginning and the end.

I can hide

I can put a smile on my face

I am the person you think I am.

LA