who has convinced herself
of magic, necessity, universe.
who believes in
love and hate and respect.
who refuses to
give up or fail or stop.
i make decisions
on whims and i am
moody
and judgmental.
i don't know how i got this way
but i am this way
and i am content.
strange?
i pick at my cuticles
when i am nervous
or bored.
as though my self-destructive tendencies
need to be announced on
my physical person.
but it's okay
because
i realize that we are only products
of
ourselves.
so i embrace
every little piece of
quirkiness
craziness
ridiculousness
as a part of my true self.
i will not apologize.
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