I am a girl, a little lost, a little found
A little incomplete, yet so profound.
I am a girl, trying to be mature but failing to do so,
But hey! Why do you complain?
Why be mature? What is it to you that I owe?
I am a girl, as crazy as a box of straw,
But I do have those moments when I feel as serene as a calm river flow.
I am a girl, a lot of bizarre thoughts cross my mind,
but with them I proudly shine, isn’t that the most beautiful trait of our creative mind?
I am a girl, don’t mistake our beauty by being shallow, like it happens in real life
Look inside of us, and you will find a mother, sister, friend and a wife.
I am a girl, and sometimes I wonder
What is it about life, what do we all know?
So many unanswered questions.
Some answers, no questions though.