| [me] I am rage, enclosed inside myself� contained. I am stoic, hollow on the outside� restrained. I am bubbly and quirky and just a bit blonde on the inside, I am unstable, unable to be. I hide all of my secrets and I live vicariously. I am bipolar� I am young� yet I am older. I�m the sweet from sour, and I�m the procrastinator who can�t use up the seconds that time greedily devours. I am indomitable but I sometimes act too weak. The world tries to tell me I�m normal� eccentric, mysterious, unique� Anything but what I truly am: a bona fide freak! I like to sleep in the day and at night I stay up late. I am dreams� and nightmares where I live in my world of surreal fantasy. But what I imagine, that which is my passion, I must create� �because I like things tangible. I am Emerald� silent laughter hidden in the sparkle of my green eyes. The words spoken from my mouth reflect my countenance: both too little and too much at once; I never said what�s right� I am wrong� like a lone star that shimmers silently in the night, pulling my light into the void of mystical delusions. I am lies. I am not perfect but I am Me: both mellow and explicit... I am Little Girl, Carol Ann, Freelance Writer and Videogame Extraordinaire. This is me. I am. --Emerald September 28, 2001 Friday, 8:58 PM |