If you asked a relative/friend/acquaintance about me, they may not say it, but inside they’d think it. To them, I am a failure because…
I am not a lawyer,
a doctor,
a primary income provider.
I talk LOUDLY when I should be soft
and TOO softly when I should be loud.
I’m rude
and inappropriate
I don’t ask
but I ask too much.
I give when I feel like it
I take unnecessarily.
But inwardly and quietly
my soul sits knowingly.
For all they see is the external me,
and that’s unfortunate
because though I may burp aloud,
curse under my breath
sing and shout
I love DEEPLY
I feel wholeheartedly
I hurt exquisitely
I give sincerely
And I am me,
flawed, untraditional, impolite, but
authentically me.
