Who am I but a simple woman, who resides within a complicated body made of complex, intricate cells?
Who am I, but a young girl, with dreams and aspirations to be something great?

Do thy dreams not make me who I am?
Or do thy dreams pave the path to whom it is I shall be?
Am I not but an other being who has had their present shaped and molded by what lies in the past?

Are thy veins not filled with the same thick matter that circulates through us all? A tie that strings us all together, regardless of what the DNA matter, or what our skin may appear to be.

Are you not a being, whose heart beats just the same as mine?
Are you not a being, whose dreams fills thee to the top, brimming with ambitions?

Am I not but a hopeless romantic, with dreams and hopes, that could make even the most cold hearted swoon?

Am I not but a teenage girl, who deals with the daily issues of highschool?

Are we all not different, all unique in our ways?
Are we unique, because we all have different characteristics, or are we not unique, because we all are classified as being different, thus, making us the same in one aspect?
Or does that one aspect not matter, for it does not make us differ from our personalities, but allow us to express ourselves?
Does our uniqueness not let us shine, like we're our own star?

Do we surround ourselves with those whose shine is alike, yet differs, because no one can be exactly the same? So we're one big shining supernova?
Or do we stray, and spread ourselves around the sky, shining in different areas, letting ourselves be who ever we wish to be?
Or do we stick to those unlike us, so we can all be recognized for our doings?


Are we all not equal?
Documents and leaders claim so,
But none of us have the exact things one another does.
Sure, we may have the same chances in life, and maybe with the same restrictions..but due to circumstances..we may not be able to make those.
Life is never fair, and although we may try to make it seem as such, it is almost futile
But atleast we try.

Am I not but a being?
Am I not anything, but who I am?
Are we all not connected in this world, by some force or an other?