About Me (Part 1)

 

Let me tell you something about me,

As lately, people seem curious when they see me.

Last week, a dude at a daycare said I’m a bad influence on the children

But honestly, would they even want to be me?

Let me flat out say this, I’m weird, yes, I admit it,

How can I not when friends tell me the same

My reason? I guess it’s just who I am

There is nothing or no one to blame

I mean, at seven I wrote about vampires

and other creatures that go bump in the night.

I always had a fetish for black,

In terms of clothing, I always thought I looked ugly in white.

Aside from my white dress shirts,

With the black tie, people always ask me about the tie.

Why do you wear it, they ask

And to be honest I don’t know why

I get accused of being an act,

But then again, when I try to be normal I struggle.

It comes easy to be weird, and I feel slightly comfortable

Being normal is like a juggler without balls to juggle

It just can’t happen with me,

was that even a good simile?

Oh why am I writing like this,

I AM weird, oh, Silly me.

 

So what else makes me weird?

I get shy, and when I do talk it comes out wrong

It really blows, it is embarrassing,

And thus, I can never stay in a conversation long

Unless someone is understanding

And open, it really brings out a different side in me

But how many people you meet are truly like that?

Especially in Toronto, in the big city.

I personally don’t meet much,

The only two I met were from a small town.

And I LOVE them, I really love them

They know how to make someone smile from a frown

That’s the best thing about university

You meet more small town gals

It makes life so much more easier,

To know that I have met life long pals.

Kuz as you can assume,

I suck at keeping friends

Yes it’s my fault, but I hate how people don’t give me a chance.

I mean the people who do, I know they’ll be there till the end.

Kuz I can be a kind guy, if you look past my shyness and weirdness

Sorry for my bragging, but that’s what close friends say,

And that’s what I strive to be.

Yes im not perfect, but I try really hard to not be an a*****e everyday.

But enough of me,I think I am becoming a little self obsessed

That is something I have to control,

But that’s the least of my worries,

oh gosh there is so much buggin my mind, heart and soul.