I might be.

I may be weak
I may be ignorant at times
I may be poor
counting my every dime

I may be young
I may be unhealthy and unrealistic
I may be wrong
expecting all to come easy and hedonistic.

I may be eager;
desperate to please a fellow human
I live in fever
like a passionate and careless woman.

But I am still a child
though I may improve with time
like wine - they say - 
be grateful, loving, calm and kind.

Hold me close and hold me fast
let me be the human I wish to be at last
my dreams are priceless, though my rent is cheap;
for the miserable unhappy humans I will weep.

I may be weak
until I get stronger;
I may be a child
but for no longer... no longer.

V.