Daughter, student, peanut butter enthusiast.
Daughter, student, peanut butter enthusiast.
The list goes on and on.
I am many things: a different person every hour of the day.
I can be hard to understand,
Hard to reach at times.
My heart is not an open house,
My mind boasts a set of tightly locked iron gates at its front.
I do not often let people in.
But things are different when there's music.
It is my translator, my link to the outside world.
It is the key to those gates I like to keep closed.
When I sing, I am open, present.
When I sing, I am the purest form of myself.
This poem is about:
Me
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