I flip the coins of fate,
Wishing for the shinny face up.
I mess up the already messed up pieces to put them
I may be a puzzle,
When you're clueless of the big picture,
I may be a psycho,
When you have unrealistic expectations,
But in no way shape or form am I your clay, for I am my own mud and water molded into the identities of a daughter, sister, wife, and mother.
Today is the day, I stand independent of all
"Hi my name is Jarin - a Dreamer and a