I'm needy, I'm greedy, I'm easily annoyed.
I'm jealous, I'm awkward, I'm a slave to my mood.
But I'm passionate, I'm strong, I'm capable of self-support.
I know how to laugh. I'm as fragile as glass, but I am bulletproof.
I like new things, I challenge, and I'm open to converse.
I read, I listen, and help if fate does not oppose.
I'm shy, too sarcastic, I can't easily trust.
But I'm not envious, nor I'm vicious, I hold my anger when I wanna combust.
The infinity in between of good and of bad.
Of happy and of sad.
Of beautiful and maybe a little mad.
Of dreams and of nightmares.
Hopes and fears that'll get me nowhere.
And I know, I'm not alone
It might be seldom, but you'll be accepted as of someone's own.