I am what I am

I am what I am.

I am the daughter who tries to be right, the sister who is never good enough. I am the innocent spectator with a different life. I am the friend who is taken for granted but will always be there for you. I am rarely appreciated as a companion until you need me, then your views shift. I appear a mere shadow in your daily routine.

I am what I am.

I am brilliant in many ways, but the blond always seems to shine through. I am an over-achiever who thinks nothing she does is good enough. I am the girl who hopes her problems will go away if set on the isolated back shelf of her life. I am laid back; your petty drama won't bother me. I am a musician. My acoustic calloused fingers tap the beat from inside or outside my head. I am a writer who has many journals scattered about that are filled with stories. Most are finished while others are left hanging.

I am what I am.

I am hateful but loving, selfish but generous, power-hungry but humble, hot-tempered but calm, sinful but forgiven by my faith in God's undying grace. I put on a smile every morning to disguise the occasional pain I feel inside. I am living proof that Murphy's Law is true. I am a mistake at times of trouble. I am a bunch of random things thrown together in one person. I am a mash of your best and worst qualities. I am trusting. I will trust that whatever you say to me is true until I have reason to doubt you. You can push and shove all you want but I will never bend to fit your uniform mold. You will just have to accept me...

I am what I am.