I am the clothes on my back.

I am the makeup on my face,

The cherry liquid lip

And the Black cotton Lace.

I am my friend Bloo,

With her chocolate doe eyes.

It doesn't happen often

But shell call me when she cries.

I am the music

And the fifty thousand screaming fans,

Taking a break from their lives

As loudly as they can.

I am everyone i meet

On the street and down the hall.

I am every band I listen to

With songs about pain and breaking walls.

I am yearning to be more.

I am running away.

Ask me what I am without my life,

What I would be if I stayed.

I am not my smiley self

When the heels don't fit right.

Without my Bloo,

I would cry myself to sleep at night.

And without my music,

I'd be no one I want to meet.

I am a sum of my parts;

Without them I am not me.