i heard it said once
that guilt is the feeling
you have when someone else
feels you have done something
wrong and you don’t agree but
you think maybe you should.
Either way you know you’ll
do it again.

i am guilty of
non-conformity,
believing in goodness,
loving freely,
and embracing each moment;
i will do it again.

in your eyes
i do not fit in
you see my tattoos
my shaved hair
and my earrings
and you make
assumptions.

in truth i
am defending myself
with the armor of
not fitting in
with the rules you
think apply to
me.

exhausted.
fading a little more each day
i wait to disappear.
and wait.
and wait.

exhausted.
i look around and see
my life passing without
me while I wait.
and wait.
and wait.

exhausted.
but am I really?
i think maybe I will start living
and then just wait,
and wait,
and wait!

well this is awkward.
i had assumed
you wanted to be here
reading my
not-quite-Vogon poetry.
i hope i have not
done too much damage.

we live on a spectrum
happy to sad
hot to cold
pragmatist to dreamer
selfless to narcissistic.
do you know
where you fall?

a bit of difficulty,
a little complication,
you see i am not
who you thought.
rather than the
sycophant hanging on
your every word,
i am the swashbuckler
ready for a tussle
and i will speak my mind.

you may be a
bit premature in
your judgement of
me. i may not toot
my own horn.
i may not sing
my own praises.
but i know
who i am and
i love me