i wrote this poem for my friend sitting in a boaring lecture series... this is what i feel she is ..

i am..

I am a bird
..but all for myself

I am Confusion,
.. yet the Solution
..but all for myself

I am Love,
..yet an Hatred
..but all for myself

I am a Book,
..yet so Blank
…but for myself

I am an Illusion,
..yet an reflection
…but just for myself

I am a Passion,
..yet not a Desire
…but for myself

I am Bird,
..yet so Trapped… but all in "Myself