Me

I'm the girl under a cloud of gray.
I'm the one who never understands
How conflict a world it is in which we live. 
Time goes right and left until it collides. 
Good and bad intertwine in the middle of the clouds. 
Apparently, it's human to live in the leeway.

I'm the girl who measures life in sunshine, 
A complete contriatidiction, 
I know. 
Yet, I live in the gray darkness until I fathom 
what it means. 
I live in a world where left is right, and right is left, up is down, and down is up. 
Still, I live my life with fleeting luck. 

I'm the girl who can't stand listening to her voice—
for some reason, I always have to be perfect. 
If it's not, it's not worth it. 
And for some reason I'm gold by choice—
Not the best word, 
But you heard. 

I'm the girl who questions every turn in life; 
I wait for fate and destiny to intervene.
I'm that idealiste of paranoia.
I'm selfish. 
I'm brave.
I'm weak. 
I'm humble. 
I'm hopeless. 
I'm a romantic.
I'm a cloud of thunder. 
I'm me. 

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