Complicated

You know what sort of intrigues me, What I find is just a tiny bit cheesy? It’s when someone asks you, in one word, To accurately describe him or her. Have you ever asked this? I have in the past, yes, I confess Then I think about it now, and how absurd it is Feel free to disagree, it’s not my business… See, a human being is not like a doll In which one word, its trademark, can sum it all You cannot expect someone to know you When you yourself have no clue. When you look to the unseen, take closer looks: Describing you would take tens of books If you took the time and contemplated You would see that you are, in fact, quite complicated. You might smile and laugh, while despairing inside You might eagerly socialize when you just want to hide You could act humble and noble while your ego really swells You may look focused and concerned while your thoughts away dwell. You might’ve once felt doubt, yet people admired you So you convinced yourself you’re on the right path, too You don’t need to think, cuz they do the thinking for you Of your own intentions, you really don’t have a clue. You’re probably wondering where I’m going with this Or if I’m going anywhere at all in this reminisce Truth of the matter is, I’m just Aya Salah: one with a knack To spill her thoughts on paper when her brain jam-packs. See, we all have our flaws, we all make mistakes It takes courage to face them, to do what it takes For how will one recognize them, to erase and step forward If one doesn’t know where he is in his own little world? Do your words portray a distant reality That doesn’t quite fit your personality? Or does your heart display different emotions Than what you claim to feel as you go through the motions? And yet we ask of others, outsiders of our souls To put a word, a label to ourselves, that enhance our egos As if their approval is all that we need and miss Because really, no one expects their friends to answer with a diss. I’m rambling on as usual, with no purpose in mind So I’ll end with a few wise words of mine: When asked to be described in one word, it’s best stated: “You and me both… we’re complicated.”