Who am I?
And if yes, how many?
I am not my furniture.
Hardfaced queen of misadventure.
I've got Peter Pan syndrome.
But without the ugly green clothes.
I'm everything and its opposite.
The worm in the apple and the cherry on the cake.
I could start all my sentences by "Maybe".
Or end them with "or not".
People say I'm adorable. Or weird. Or hot. Or not.
Anyway, don't trust them.