25 June 2012
Who am I? That's difficult I cannot be defined I'm letter never sent, Written, sealed and signed You can try to guess on sight Judge by looks alone What the possible content is But the truth remains unknown
You see I am a quiet person Emotional, not that you'd know I tend to bottle up my feelings In writing I let go If people tried to take the time They'd discover much more Than the normal girl before them I'm different in my core
I'm often angry at myself Frustrated by my weakness Furious but I don't reveal it Held back by my meekness I'm never usually the one Who will pick a fight But if I'm in that situation I'll stand for what is right
If I see something happen That I just can't abide You can count on me to shout up I'll defend your side I think I have a bad habit Of sometimes causing trouble Accidentally burning bridges Buried in the rubble
I'm not afraid to express my views On what I truly believe And I admit I have contempt For those who lie and deceive Honesty is the way forward Even if it hits you hard But ignorance is not bliss Not knowing leaves you scarred
I like to understand and learn For me knowledge is key It drives the way I live my life It's what sets us free Often I can spend my time Reading whatever I find I like to think it helps me learn Books expand my mind
My major issue is self-esteem I'm afraid it's nonexistent I wish I could believe in myself But my belief is inconsistent Generally it's very shaky It's what keeps me down But I have a fighters heart To lift me off the ground
Outside I may seem calm and quiet But it's not a true reflection Inside I'm waging many wars But they escape detection I guess it's typical of someone like me To be terminally insecure I'm a violent pacifist A strange mix to be sure
They say I'm strong but I don't know Maybe in my heart I'm also headstrong, independent Stubborn from the start I show empathy with most people I understand their points of view I advise them on their issues And help them think it through
I struggle to help myself sometimes My problems are never shared Except maybe when I'm writing Then my soul is bared Nature is a source of wonder To me it's inspiration It has shaped my life so far And earned my dedication
Stressing out appears to be The story of my life I'm always trapped in some chaos I'd make a poor wife I'm too unsettled, adventurous And sometimes I care too much I wouldn't be easy to live with Or melt at the slightest touch
Depression sometimes catches me Spiralling out of control It just means I must work harder If I'm to achieve my goals I enjoy giving something back With a bit of true kindness I want to keep my eyes open Whilst the world suffers with blindness
So it's a bit of an epic poem Too long for many to read And I've barely scratched the surface To show what colour I bleed This is me, the good and the bad I've tried to display it all Just for you I'm writing this I'm bringing down my wall.
I.Sparrow
Reflections Of A Sparrow • Opuss № I