JUST ME ...

i aint the little sober princess who goes to sleep with a lullaby...
i aint the perfect miss A grader whom you can weave your dreams upon....
i aint the gurly gurl wantin to please you wit ma ways ...
i aint no "it gurl" so i dont play "the hard to get" game....
i aint no plain jane but neither cud u call me a shell shocker....
smetymes, i aint even a normal norm conducter....
i can be downright pushy,making it the way i believe or so to say id like to believe...
i aint no lil miss perfect coz for me thats a myth...
BUT i can be what u want if u can believe in me and give me what i want...
i can also do what it takes to give you my word....
i can work on my flaws if u give me a hand...
all it takes is belief to change the ways of the world....

IN A STATE OF MELANCHOLY

why is life so tragic; so like a strip of pavement over an abyss.i look down;i feel giddy;i wonder how i am to ever walk to the end.but why do i feel like this? Now that i say it i dont feel it...Melancholy diminishes as i write.why dont i then write it down more oftener? well,ones vanity forbids.I want to appear a success even to myself. Yet i dont get to the bottom of it....
VIRGINIA WOOLF