Designer, Lover or just Ordinary
What am I, I'll ask
Who am I is even more bizarre
I look at myself and wonder
I mean it's not like I'm a shooting star
I look at the mirror in hope
I'll be whoever I want to be
Right now it's a loving, caring designer
Tomorrow it just may be something new to me
Now I see who I am
I'll eventually find out the real thing
I can be who I want and that's alright
I'm a unique my creativity just will just ring.
This poem is about:
Me