unknown me...........

More I think of myself, more I realize how much I'm unknown to me.

Sometimes, When i think of myself

I think myself to be the most simple,

an ordinary girl like an open book

compromising and easy to mingle.

Sometimes when i think of myself

I think myself to be convoluted.

To complex to be understood easily

Extra intrasigent and highly intricated.

Sometimes when i think of myself

I think myself to be very mod

a good student, a good person

fantabulous and imposing bod.

Sometimes when i think of myself

i think myself to be most dull,

dubious mind, schmuck thinking

everything...... just void and null

Sometimes when i think of myself

the goods and bads about me

the more i'm pensive for myself

I feel, i'm still unknown to me.