I am an artist, a freak,
a poet, a saint, and a criminal.
I have gone to the heart of a theif.
I have been the sun.
There are days when the wildflowers turn black,
and others when they dance.
I'm eighteen and eighty.
I write with youthful fingers and paper skin.
I have been fat, lazy, selfish,
charitable, and kind.
I leave nothing to chance, as I roll the dice. 
Girl lost in a world behind my eyes,
a world of imagination,
where dreams take flight.
I am an artist, a freak,
a poet, a saint, and a criminal.