What kind of person am I?
A person who accommodates others incessantly?
Or is an agonizing push over?
A person who is eternally optimistic?
Or one who masks her sadness?
A person who can overcome anything,
but feels so ridiculously overwhelmed lately?
Maybe I am a kind of challenge,
one who is, who can be...
A labyrinth of ideas, of potential,
full of flaws, motivated to change.
A person conflicted, but somehow fulfilled.
And is kind of at peace
with being at odds with myself.
In the end, aren't we all
kind of a juxtaposition of ideas?
Aren't we more beguiling that way?