I AM
by Rhiannon

     I am young, acting old. Or vice versa. I'm the type of person who sings about confinement while in a field. Tell, I'm the most amazing poet/writer/artist. Don't try to tell me otherwise; I don't take criticism well, I'm the tin of nail polish perched on my bookshelf: varied, different, not the same as any other.

     I am purple, and all that entails. I'm a romantic. I've made my home on a star up there, and I'm quite comfortable.

     I'm a millennium hippie. A window shopper, a garage saler, and a baby sitter. I waste time on the computer. I read, I burn CDs.

     My collections are borderline uncountable. I save gum wrappers. I have a monstrous amount of magazines. My bags are swallowing my closet. When I don't clean it, my room threatens to revolt.

     I am a leader.

     I am a chameleon. I blend, change, am in tune with my surroundings.

     Oh, and by the way, I also lie occasionally.