What I Am

I am recycled clothes and worn out sneakers

I am the underestimated, complimented thinker

I’m the unnoticed, noticeable brunette in the back of the room

I’m the strength of a warrior hidden within a woman

I am a comfy pair of jeans, no attention seeker

I’m wide eyed staring at the inevitable

I’m doe eyed traveling back in time

I am a black acoustic guitar yearning to be plugged in

I am a chained free spirit searching for the key

I am hiding so you won’t seek the truth

I’m a golden pair of running shoes tarnished from doubt

I am a worst idea's best intentions

I'm a warm heart disguised with cold hands

I am a girl that cries behind brown eyes

I am love with a fight inside

I'm a tearstained path laced down my cheeks

I am food pantries and leftovers

I’m the unexpected predictable wallflower

I am indirectly straightforward

I am me and this is what I am