Perfectly Imperfect Me

I am not sugar,

And spice,

And everything nice.

 

I am fire,

And fear,

And everything queer.

 

I am lace,

And lightning,

And everyone fighting.

 

I am worries,

And words,

And old records.

 

I am music,

And madness,

And sadness.

 

I am cards,

And calls,

And crumbling walls.

 

And I can never be defined by just two lines, and one rhyme.