So scared, so uncertain of the future
So much that the present is just a thing of the past
Stuck in a pro-longed nurture
I’m 24, but became 12 again too fast
My audience watch as I go from 1 life to the next
never quite settling in one, quickly flicking to the next page
They know I’m fickle, confused and lost in direction
But little old me won’t settle until I find one worth my affection
I’m like that school gadget yoyo
soon as I’m high I’m expected to fall low
with nothing but a flimsy string controlling my destiny
you'll soon get bored of this stupid predictability
Im an addict, a joker, a serial quitter
A one trip pony, a winning failure
I’m a drama queen waiting for her king
But before this gains pity, ill mention the few good that I bring!
I’m witty
I’m sharp
With words I can play the harp
I’m open
I’m closed
Your secrets I will never disclose
I smile on the outside even when I cry on the inside
I make dam good cups of tea
I even hate that stuff, coffee's more for me!
I'll listen to your blues, say nothing if I have to.
I'll forgive and forget
I'll be your friend despite
Amongst all my decisions, you would be the easiest to choose
But amongst all my losses, you would be the hardest to lose.
I’m just me!
Copyrighted by Sara Tehrani
Sara Tehrani
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