Confused.

Sometimes, I want to feel like woman:
Fragile, forgetful, sensitive, and weak,
To be a vulnerable, imperfect, real human,
And not an independent, iron, robot freak.

And other times, I want to be a man:
Be in control, responsible, with a solid plan,
Who is balanced, logical, and clear.
The one all can rely on, without a doubt or fear.

At times, I feel like being a mother:
Providing care and joy. I want to smother
Another human being with my love.
I want to be a mother, caregiver, dove.

But, all the time, I am a lover.
It's my addiction, from which I won't recover.
No matter, who, or when, or where:
I have to love, just like I have to breathe fresh air...

Sadness. Madness. Tears. Life.

Hollwood.

May 13th  2015