I am a philosopher, who hasn't earned Plato's type of recognition

I internalize the world, and develop a greater sense of cognition

An optimist at my finest, I understand the actualities of the mind

Like how we can do anything, but our fabricated limitations make us blind 

 

As smart as I am, I have yet to learn how to fully trust

Due to past days, when "friends" would kick and grind me into the dust

I bottle my emotions, as if I run a liquor store

But whenever I speak my feelings, they do more than just pour

 

My soul sings constantly, and knows that I belong in France

Hoping to be a Parisian, the thought of it makes me dance

I could talk for hours about dreams and all of the stars

I make silly jokes and say I'm a rapper with great "bars"

 

My belief in a God gets me through insecurities

Through prayer I find love and freedom from impurities

I seem strong on my own, but I crave so much affection

And people see me with a fabricated perception

 

The most authentic me talks about life and laughs for days

And is still the girl trying to get out of her old ways

I am confident, worried, closed-off, and willing to love 

I am a mixture and more of all things listed above