Enigma

I am not the greatest
Poker player,
I like to bluff more,
Watch human reactions,
I trash talk the
People I play pool with,
Though the first time
I learned was 11th grade.
And I am no good, still.
I don't wear dresses,
Yet I don't stay out to late.
I am a bookworm to the core.
I hide my identity online,
Each thing I sign up
For I try to use a different nic,
I think I have 7 yahoo address
And this is not counting the
Separate profiles that they
Let you have.
I never say sometimes
What I mean to say,
And sometimes my intelligence
Surprises people.
I know a lot of weird stuff,
Some not from my major,
Especially crime related,
I picked it up from other sources.
I tell people I am a writer,
Maybe not all the time,
But there rest this creative tick
Inside of me sometimes,
That encourages me
To write at times,
Or recently to make icons
On livejournal.
I try to not make too many of KS,
People yell at me for that.
One of the reasons,
I watch this soap,
Me who hates soaps,
But needs this teen drama,
For the angst.
As the angst in my life is fading,
As is some of my passion to write.
When I am sad,
Things become tragedies
I can't write happiness,
It seems a struggle
Against me,
Against my disease,
This depression that rages through
Me sometimes,
Not allowing me to see the cloud
Silver lining,
But just the rain that is ahead.
I am witty,
Yet caring,
And empathetic
Someone asked me,
And a group of people,
How to understand people,
How we did it.
And we all answered.
We don't. We just try.
You can't really understand
People,
When you only see sides of the puzzle.

Piece

Piece

Piece

They don't all add up.
But I can't even add the pieces
Of me up,
I don't expect you to.
We are enigmas, free,
Yet longing for love,
And maybe a little attention now and then.