What I am.

What I am is not a model,
not an actor,
not a queen.

What I am is not a girly girl,
not a princess,
not a dream.

I am only what I know to be.
A dreamer,
a lover,
a soul.

I am only what I am told I am.
Wise,
crazy,
whole.

What I am is only this.
A girl,
a life,
a heart.

What I am depends on this.
My mind,
my loves,
my failures.

What I am is still not fully known.
Colors still are left unshown.
What I am is standing here,
yelling to you my truths.
What I am is only what you see.
Tho so much more, and so much less.