Contradiction!!
After many hours trying to describe who I am
I’ve drawn the conclusion I don’t think I can
I’m so complicated I can’t work me out
Does everyone suffer this kind of self-doubt?
Sometimes I’m happy, but often I’m sad
One day I’m very good the next I’m quite bad
At times I could take on the whole world and fight
But often I long for just peace and respite
I’m often quite witty for laughter’s a must
Then grumpy steps in and I’m moody and brusque
I can be quite wise with a strong sense of being
Then often I’m stupid and nothing I’m seeing
I have always believed that there’s more to this life
But it’s easy to doubt it when troubles are rife
We are none of us perfect, we change day to day
I think I’ll accept me, what more can I say?
Carole Snowden