An Inventory of Being



I am Me.



I am a wise elder,

Trapped in the mind of a teenager.

I am unpredictable like the wind;

My mood can change at any time.



I am a writer,

Compressed in the mind of an amateur.

I write masterpieces in my head,

But when transferred to paper they sound foolish and asinine.

I paint pictures with my words;

Becoming each character I create.

My mind becomes one with whatever I write,

Leading me into a world far away from reality.



I admire Shakespeare;

His plays are masterpieces.

I pace around my room, script in hand,

Acting out each story piece by piece.

He was a genius,

And the greatest writer ever;

Or at least that's what I believe.



I am a Christian,

Although I don't always follow God's word to a 'T'.

I am a sinner,

But also a repenter.

I witness whenever I get the chance,

And would gladly give my life for Jesus,

As he gave his life for us.



I love the people that work at Burger King,

But I can't stand the building.

Connie is hilarious,

Jordan just gets on my nerves.

I love my job,

But I get annoyed with my manager.



Whopper Wednesdays are the evil of the world.



So are coupons.





Music is a part of me.

I hear it even when none is playing.

I love hip-hop and alternative,

But the Beatles are still the best.

I dance wherever I am,

Who cares if anyone's watching?



I am embarrassing to my friends,

But they embarrass me,

So we're even.



I mature daily,

But grow less mature at the same time.

I am perky and hyper,

Yet quiet and reserved.



Big words like 'Antidisestablishmentarianism' intrigue me,

But I can't stand the word 'said'.



I would give my life for any of my friends,

But I'm not sure if they would do the same for me.

I always have fun,

But I have a low self-esteem.

Dances depress me,

All the couples are always so happy,

I'm always the loner.

My arms are bruised,

But I brought that on myself.

My friends slap me,

Every time I put myself down.

You'd think I would've learned by now.



I never let people know my strongest weakness,

I'd be destroyed if I did.



I am ticklish,

But very few people know where.

I cry when I am alone,

But not out of sadness.



I know what it's like to be suicidal,

To crave every aspect of death.

Self-inflicted injuries cause the most pain,

And you're always left with the scars to remind you of your stupidity.





I nearly died when I was two,

But as you can see, the doctor's got my heart going again.

Maybe that's why I'm such a ditz.



I know what it's like to watch a loved one die.

I've watched three.

I barely remember my mother,

But I know she was beautiful.



I am a deep thinker,

Sometimes I think too deep.

I know the meaning of life,

It's not hard to figure out.



Chicken sandwich's are out to get me.



There is no one word to describe myself,

I am me.

To the government I am just a number,

Insignificant and a burden to tax payers.

But in reality I am someone.

I am Tabbi,

A person with a face and a name.

I have bright blue eyes,

But at times one is greener than the other.

Very few people have seen my natural hair colour,

I'm really a brunette.

Right now though, I'm strawberry blonde.



I am a Christian and a writer,

A dreamer and a friend.

I am always physically here,

Although sometimes mentally gone.

I do not fear death,

And I crave the rapture.



I am me,

And I am unique.