What I've come to discover

Is that my life is fickle.

The look of my handwriting changes

Every other day.

One second I'm listening to the soft

Acoustics of Jack Johnson,

The next rocking to Aerosmith.

One minute I'm happy and hyper

Suddenly I am sullen and silent.

What I don't get is,

Is this just who I am?

Or is something wrong with me?


And really

I'm afraid of the Answer