Paper Hearts [Part 2] -- The Self-Explanatory Enigma

I am your coffee in the morning.
I am the sugar, the sweetener, and the filtered orange juice.
I am your toast gone cold.
I am the milk you spilled.
I am the bus you missed, and the train that’s late.
I am your boss and your teacher,
I am your lover and your mother,
I am the one who tells you what to do every day.
I am everything you detest about humanity,
And everything you love.

I am a rollercoaster.
I am the spire atop Le Tour Eiffel.
I am a bungee rope.
I am vertigo.
I am chocolate, and sex, and the Brooklyn Bridge.
I am your life, your love.
I am the things you never thought you could do.
I am the things that shock your friends.
I am the silver lining on every cloud,
And the rainstorm within it.

I am a drug.
I am the orgasm of peer-pressure and the stain of deceit,
I am the web of destruction and the circuit of lies.
I am the prison sentence.
I am the handcuffs.
I am the face behind the camera.
I am the one who got away with it,
I am the reason you did not.
I am the pain of that bad break-up,
And the cheating whore you dumped.

I am the high school drama,
I am the Gossip Girl.
I am the trademark slut,
I am the bookish nerd, and the silent emo.
I am the outrageous feminist,
I am the token homosexual.
I am your godforsaken prejudices.
I am a teenager.
Give up-
You can’t change me.