When I am me
The real, faded yellow me
I am sweet wine and music
Mellow and deep
I am a slurring legato
Drifting asleep
When I am me
The dangerous red-lipped me
I am a stranger that yells in the night
I live and I struggle and I want and I fight
I am a passionate marcato
Forceful and bright
When I am me
The sea swept, lonesome me
I am a seeker that dives with all their might
Who breaks the surface alone, blind and bleak
Not forte but pianissimo
White silence in the deep
When I am me
The bruised, purpled fighter me
I am the scars that make me whole
Shining golden in pure daylight
With freedom to be brave and bold
I am a joyful crescendo
Ascending to a freedom that cannot be sold
About the Creator
Ellie Seng
I'm a Masters student, who's training to be primary school teacher
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