I am not a puzzle that eventually fits together perfectly.
Nor a fragile egg, easily shattered and delicate.
Nor a balloon filled with hot air, ready to burst.
I am an an intelligent person, observing, listening, and watching the world go by.
I am not always an abstract painting of confusion and chaos.
Nor a bright and cheery spring day.
Nor a smile or note of laughter that rings through a school hallway.
I am a tear, a suspended raindrop on a window, a lost and lonely person.
I wish i could always be a smile rather than a tear.
But.... i have to be me.
