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.