If I'm an angel, how come my wings are broken and my halo is cracked and tarnished? If I'm an angel, how come I still make big stupid mistakes? If I'm an angel, then why do I still feel like I say all the wrong things sometimes? I don't feel like an angel, I don't feel like I'm amazing, or perfect or glorious, or anything like that. I just feel like I'm me, an imperfect girl who's self-confidence wavers now and again, who doesn't judge but just accepts people as they are, who helps those who need encouragement and such, who still has her own struggles but deals with them and who sings when she feels like it, dances like a fool, hopes, prays, lives day by day, and dreams. I'm not ordinary, I'm my own person, and I'm always here to listen when needed, but I'm no angel.