Me

This is reasonable
Without my concerns
It's just ignored
Cut her explaination here:
I am not you
A perfect outspoken
Beautiful elegant
Lady
Yet
I am not me
I am a statue
Or prototype of a girl
A hurt girl
One with flaws and ugly spots
And still one With polished armor strung on her back
One whose family is not there
Or a ghost of family that you must beware (they hit and bite sister rest for you left)
A past so bitter a lemon is jealous
And a future so bright a light is blind
A hope so dim it seeks itself
But still she is alive
Well as herself (well right now at least)
One named gabby
Who is small quirky and mean
Who makes jokes
And doenst thing of consequences
Who likes boys
Equally as girls
Who likes dressing up
And dressing down
Who likes singing so loud
Ears pop
And whispering secrets that float
In the silent air
Who shrugs awkwardly
When regrets are posted for all to see
Who exepts people
Any way they are
Who is selfish
Like we all are too
And who can't smile
Normally
In fact
Normal
Would be quite the opposite
To this girls manner
You see she is
Abnormal
A tounge tied girl
Who can't speak seriously
But at the same time loose tounged girl
Who can release words a mile a minute
A quick light hearted damsal
Just by the looks of it
That takes everything to heart
Whose mind is so complicated
She herself does not understand it
Whose feelings are so tangled
She has started to embrace her knots
And She has an argumentative eye
And an opinion sharper than any knife you would behold
I am easily amused
But always just slightly confused
A curious one
With hidden fist ready to hit
Yet still a cold soul that would never hurt
I stand
Or I sit
Being....the voice
Of.....myself
A soft spoken
Misheard
Loud
Obnoxious
Oblivious
Little immature five year old (at times if I'm being truthfull)
With a mind
Of
Me