I am a woman. I try to be strong and confident. I try and take on the world. I even try and hide the fact that I know I am worth more than I act like I am. I cry and laugh. I can sing and dance. I fall and lose my way. I want to be interesting and creative. I want to be sought after and craved. I have my strong points, but I am weak more than I'd like to admit. I find beauty in the mundane yet I can't see past my own self pity. I desire most of what I can't have and disregard the treasures I do posses. I want to be the one to swoop in and save the day but would never admit that I would love to have someone same me. So this is me. With my heart open and bleeding down my arm.