I’ve never been accused
of being fashionable.
My hair has always been
too unruly,
my taste in clothing
a little too comfortable.
I like eating,
a little too much for a perfect figure,
And laugh way too loud
at my own jokes.
I cry at commercials
and blush at the drop of a hat.
I feel deeply
and have volume control issues
But what you see is usually
what you get.
I’ve tried ever since
my first report card
To pay attention and not interrupt,
to be a little more shy and retiring
But the closer I get to forty
the more I know that this is me
For better or worse,
For richer or poorer.
My filter may be a little broken,
But my heart works just fine.
One response to “The real me”
And exactly perfect!! Love it!