I am

I am red headed. I am the giant question mark that is never answered. I am broken and I am mending. I am emotional. I am uncertain. I am in love and I am in lust. I am searching, always searching. I am big-eyed and wide-smiled. I am lonely. I am lost. I am fearful. I am the girl who never gives up and I am the failed attempts. I am the song that you need to listen to before you can delete it. I am on the used-goods shelf. I am strong. I am determined. I am the couch you regret buying. I am the one who loves people endlessly. I am the bad choices. I am the courage, and I am the ambition. I am the smirk after you have done something so bad that is becomes good. I am the hidden patience. I am the pieces, and I am the whole. I am the ice just before it melts. I am often the symbol for poor choice. I am the hands holding your face. I am the change of seasons, always leaving bits behind to endure the unknown. I am quiet thunder. I am a writer. I am the nights unslept. I am a free soul. I am the underestimation I ask for. I am the next logical step. I am convincing. I am more like you than you will ever know.

You wanted to know who I was? Well I am unsure, but these are the things who make me who I am. Sure, some things will change, but they have made me this way.