I’m lost in the ways of myself, because I don’t know who I am. I have a grand personality, and beauty you cannot withstand. My love shines bright for the world and peace, hatred and pain are things I like least. Maybe I do know who I am it just took a little searching, writing poems about the world but never who I am. People should see the real little one, because living without seeing the real you; how will you ever become one. One I’m meaning between mind, body and soul, feel them all connect and you will feel more than gold. I know for a fact I still have some learning, I’m young and foolish and sometimes fall to my earnings. The earnings of life, love and despair. I’ll learn who I am with much to spare.