Song of myself

19 years old.
full of memories.
good and bad.
full of likes and dislikes.
i like the way the wind blows through my hair,
but hate the way god created me.
i sit back and remember things that make me happy.
like the day i gained more friends.
also remembering  things that make me cry,
like the day my dog was hit and died.
i am one of the most boy crazy girls you will ever meet.
call me a whore,
but im just me.
people judge me by the way i talk,
walk ,
and dress.
i dont care,
in my world im the best.
crying myself to sleep at night,
laughing myself through the day.
you see me with a smile on my face.
but inside i cry out in pain.