I Am

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.