.THE ME.

This is me, im not used to this.

pouring my feelings, showing people who really exists.

Loud, Out there, Lazy.. Dixie. 

That's what people see. really its not me.

Being for real. Do people wanna know this one?

This "one" loves to act stupid, and laugh.

She does not like to give half.

This one dreams, big dreams.

This one wishes she was better maybe even to gleam.

To be independent she expects.

Confusing this one is, very complex.

Single forever she remains, but is in no rush.

This girl can sleep all day, and everyday her hair she must brush.

She is definitely her daddy's girl.

And she would always give anything a whirl.

Country music she always has on,

Best friend's she has five.

Her cross is always hung high and excellence she thrives.

She misses her grandmother with all her heart,

She concentrates on this finish line not the start.

This girl doesn't really open up like this,

and likes that she can write, open and reminisce.

This blog is she, and she feels like it's time,

time to help and concentrate on this climb.