Day 9: Honest Poem About Myself

I am unremarkable,

no revolutionary ideas 

to call my own, 

no event shocking enough 

to leave an impression, 

no calling card for the 

universe to recognize me by. 

I'm merely a girl, 

full of juxtapositions and 

contradictions: 

a mouth that habitually lies

and a self that values truth, 

a selfish heart 

with a need to give away too much, 

a noisy mind 

that rarely voices itself; 

strong yet fragile, 

breakable, 

like steel that has been tempered 

too often. 

I am unremarkable, 

just like most girls, 

but I am full of thirst 

for beauty, 

love and 

prose.