Perplexed

I’m having a hard time deciding how I’d like to be seen. One moment I’d like to be thought of as a lady, controlled, and clever. Other times I like the idea of being a little rebellious. Nothing crazy, just a bit more careless.

I keep acting on impulse, usually regretting it afterwards. Some days I wonder if I’m looking for attention, relaxing for a change, or displaying a part of me that’s been held back for so long. O the ambiguity of life…

Never thought I’d realize I was lost this early in life.