A Descriptive Perspective of a Person With Strong Feelings by Licia Garcia I am poem. I am shy and cute. I wonder if I could ever sing on a stage without my anxiety from other people. I hear my mother sing her sorrows away. I see an image of my future life soon to play. I want to be a better person for everyone who depends on me. I am shy and cute. I pretend I was in a different happier world where everybody will love me. I feel a spirit's touch on me to protect me and other children from harm. I touch my little sister's hand to hold it and keep her safe. (Yes, I’m the oldest child) I worry all my favorite family loved ones will die soon. I cry when someone insults me and makes me upset. I am shy and cute. I understand what many people go through every day. I say that no matter what, don’t let somebody tell you that you are different you are beautiful. I dream of my old childhood memories every day. I try to change and do better for myself, but I sink in my own guilt and stress. I hope everybody that I love and trust is not upset about anything, about someone, or themself because I’m a positive person; I want you loved. I am shy and cute.
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