Poem about myself "Being"

Joyful, lazy and introverted Are part of my personality There's a lot of chance that is wasted Is just because I'm being me Being unique and perfectionist Those are the things that will make you bright I somehow want to be an artist Because in art you can make things right Lighting up my world with my own torch Giving me hope that is what I need Walking until I reach the past porch Saw some memories that should be freed Saying everything that's on my mind Through negativity and self-doubt That is what I get for being kind Yet still proud of what I am about