Celestie777's "Being me" is a long string of self-descriptions, each starting with the same three words. The speaker never settles on one picture of herself. She is a dreamer who loves storms, a quiet observer, someone who can't hold a grudge, and someone with "expensive tears." She also calls herself a hurricane, a shadow, and a case of self-destruction. Strength and fragility sit side by side, and the poem doesn't try to smooth them out.
The repeated opening works like a chant, as if the speaker is testing out versions of herself to see which fit. The tone shifts quickly, from playful and curious to tender, then raw. Lines about performance, "an act" and "the character I play by heart," hint that some of this self may be a mask covering deeper hurt. Still, the poem leans toward freedom and acceptance. The ending admits that "being me" is a question without an answer yet, but she has made peace with the "dozen different facts." The mood is honest, restless, and quietly hopeful.