My Impression

Looking into a reflection,

It’s possible to tell you my projection,

But not my impression.

Looking through my thoughts,

To explain myself in a selfless way.

I care for others.

I treat one friend like I’m her mother.

Since her real mother isn’t one.

I try my hardest,

But not all the time.

People call me a social butterfly.

If only they knew what is behind my wings

They would change their mind.

I try to perfect things,

But to my perfection.

I question many things that others would not.

I hope this completes our evaluation.

This poem is about: 
Me

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