Who Am I?

Hi, my name is Elena. Scratch that because you
Are probably not interested in what my name is
Or where I am from or how old I am or giving too
Much meaningless data. Why does my hair frizz?

Why do I smile when I only really want to cry?
Maybe the sun is too dull or the moon is bright.
Why do I laugh so easily and yet I am still so shy?
I am beautiful in my own way but I have a light

On the inside that shines stronger than glass.
Sometimes it dims a little when self-esteem gets
In the way, but like the dark clouds that pass
Overhead, the darkness subsides. Regrets

Are hard to hang onto. It is the truth that
I strongly believe in just like I believe in
Things that make the world far from flat
And meaningless. I know that every sin

I carry around cannot weigh me down
And with pride I wear every single stripe.
I smile and pretend like my crown
Will not fall because that is just the type

Of person that I am. So who am I? Because
I am not just Elena. I am a queen. I am
A blooming flower. I am that slight pause
Before the storm hits. I am a delicate lamb,

But I am still fierce. I am still wise and
Smart. I am level headed and kind.
I am that raised fist and strong hand.
I stay on top of my hustle and grind.