A painter?
She paints something you can read
When you see it, your heart will surely bleed
Because of her burdens in life since she was a kid
An artist?
She draws emotion from every teardrop
From the feeling of being trapped
Oh stop treating her like a trash
An athlete?
She's always running from her fears
Bruises in her knees, continuous drops of tears
From people whom she considered as peers
A mathematician?
With calculated steps to hide everything
No one knows what she's planning
But in reality, she knows nothing
A scientist?
But she's afraid to create
She's afraid to take risks, to innovate
So most of the time, she acts as a bait
A writer?
She writes what she thinks
She writes what she feels
Here, she isn't afraid of any ordeal
A poet?
She knows no rhyme
She's not a dime
She considers emotion as a crime
I'll be a little bit of everything-
Let your pen be a paintbrush of change, your tool to unleash anything
Draw curves and lines until your nothing becomes something
Run for your dreams and never stop dreaming
Give undivided love and count your blessings
Don't be afraid to create, to think that change is coming
Write your heart out but know your boundaries
Let your emotions flow, just let it go
Because this is just a borrowed time for all we know...