In the Face...
With a Chair...
I seem to be like an immature child that is innocent and silly, still unknowing about life,
But really I am like a Greek philosopher that is wise and all-knowing;
I seem to be like the great blue sky that is open and welcoming to all,
But really I am the underground that is closed off and forgotten;
I seem to be like a bright sunflower that is in the peak of her life and happy,
But really I am an unbloomed flower that is waiting for her life to start and hoping it will be soon;
I seem to be like a children’s book that is predictable from the very first page,
But really I am an adult mystery book that is thrilling with plot twists, wondering what’s coming next;
I seem to be like shining silver steel that is tough, strong, and dependable,
But really I am a spider web that is the strongest material once per once, but is able to break in a second;
I seem to be sweet and caring and usually I am,
But some people just need a high five, in the face, with a chair.
I am me, with all my flaws and quirks!
