Something like a storybook.

I am a hypocrite, an unruly individual. I'm a sister, a daughter, a tyrant. Discontent in imperfection, satisfied through grace. I'm waiting. I'm failing. I'm going places. I'm a friend to all and a heir to glory. I'm human and unrealistic. I'm in a world I'm not made for. I'm thinking. I'm always a step behind myself. I'm not transparent. I'm not the same. I'm leaving a mark. I'm ready to wait. I'm never prepared for the future. I'm more than in the race. I'm not looking back. I'm not ready to take anything. I'm a doer. I'm praying I change. I'm whole as me. I'm an individual on a search.