Poem : I am …

Outside,
I am the stinking grease which attracts dirt,
I am the the bee which will sting your most protected favourite body part.
I am the rotten scar,
I am the fluid of a white blister.
I am the note which is soaked in water.
I am hair which have already fallen on floor.
You would not like to see me,
I am unwanted.

Inside,
I am a fire which can burn you or ignite you,
Based on how you hold me.
I am a learner, a satisfaction, an attitude and a broke.
I am also a hope.
In Reality,
I am a girl and a flower.
Delicate and smooth and attractive.
I am me. And I get frightened easily.
I am more careful when I am with someone.
And I am wondering about my future.
I am confused.

Imagine,
I am the moonlight which is searching for the dusk to hit the horizon,
I am the sunlight which can lighten up everything.
I am atmosphere,
I am the air.
I breathe myself and I am complete on my own.

Precisely,
I am 12 years of copying and styling
7 years of confusion,
4 years of stubbornness and fun,
2 months of settlement in new city,
And now 90 days of emotion.