An I am poem by Elsa Pham too.

I am affable, adamant and agile

I wonder does magic really exist? Is it as pure as heaven or dangerous and evil like hell?

I can her Angels whispering through my ears

I can see a hidden dimension behind this real world, waiting to be revealed

I feel agog about the mystery of life just like how Albert Einstein did with his observation and studies

I want to touch the flames of magic, feel its pulse and friction in my palms

I am affable, adamant and agile.

I pretend that I'm a heroic magical warrior combating for authority

I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my conscious body

I touch the inner most feelings of all mankind, both Devils and Angels sides

I worry that someday I'll be a grotesque cadaver

I only cry when a soul obediently return to heaven or hell,

I am affable, adamant and agile.

I understand that to make a right rhythm ornamentally depend on intelligence

I say that music is magical, magnificent and marvelous

I dream about the day that magic will find his way to life

I try not to collapse under Death without any contribution to distinguish me from others

I hope I could be more apathetic like a robot, so no more river to be pour out from the corner of my eyes

I am affable, adamant and agile.