I am a girl of twenty,
Who likes to draw and write,
Ideas I've got plenty,
But sometimes they give me a fright.
I can come off as scary,
Too critical for my own good,
But on the contrary,
I always follow my mood.
I write when I am sad,
I write when I am happy,
I use my writing when I'm glad,
I use it when I am sappy.
I am hard on myself,
And love others writing,
I love a story that tells itself,
Without an author's guiding.
I like to think I'm tall,
But caffeine stopped me short--
I never want to fall
From where my dreams are port.
My mother raised me on her own,
After my father's demise,
She had to deal with the angst that I as a teenager had shown,
And yet, on my two feet I rise.
I have more curly hair than I want,
My friends always wish they had it,
'Bring the glue and the scissors' I taunt,
And then they don't really want it.
I am of Spanish decent,
But you probably all ready knew that,
It is quite pleasant,
When I can visit my family in a place where I need a hat!
I guess I could say some more,
I could bring up lots of cool stuff,
But then I would probably just be a bore,
And fill your brains with fluff!