I am made of lies and truth

I am made of lies and truth
Of songs and silence
Age and youth
I am dumb and I am wise
(Though more the former, no surprise)
My height is tall, my patience short
My smile is soft, not my retort
I am made of days and nights
Of wins and losses
Wrongs and rights 
My face's a mask of ugly beauty
I am humble, I am snooty
I have lived life but I'm a child
I am shyly, meekly wild
I hope I'm peaceful but I'm fighting
And I am reading and I am writing
 

ZoeBee

VT

19 years old

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