|I need my space|
It's not easy being me.
It's not that hard, either, as long as I overlook that most humans can only handle me in small doses.
As long as I accept the highs and lows and I told you so's.
I think I must be hard to take in large doses.
I think I must seem confoundingly arbitrary in my whims.
I think I must grate on the nerves of the serious
while making the easy-going uneasy with my uptight pent-uped-ness.
I think I must be hard to follow, hard to swallow.
It's not easy being me
but who else would I rather be?
not a soul.