For awhile
I was who you wanted me to be.
Then awhile later
I was who I wanted me to be.
But I've never just been
Who I am.
Most people don't know
Who they are
So
they certainly don't know
Who I am.
I know, I guess
That I'm different things to different people.
The funny thing is, I imagine myself
And I look in the mirror, and it's never who I expect.
Not in a bad way, I guess.

I'm a free-thinker

I don't like bad grammar...

Then I laugh
And I can hear every part of me in my laughter
And it makes sense.

I'm a stubborn arguer

I hate poor spelling...

I don't often hear myself cry
But I don't like the sound of it
When I do.
I don't like to pretend for you
Or myself
But I do.
More than I'd admit to.
Another funny thing,
Sometimes I think I'm a genius
And other times I'm convinced that I'm severely impaired.
In standards of IQ, I'm just about a genius
And I'm told I exude brilliance...
Then I can really feel the laughter coming.

I am a wise observer

I am a complete outsider.

I can't relate to anyone
I don't think I ever will

And the scariest part is
I'm starting to think that's okay.

I am so much more than you'll ever know

Or care to find out

Or understand.

12/21/2007

Posted on 12/22/2007
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