Inside Out

On the outside looking in, I am far from slim. On the inside looking out, I am far from stout. When others look at me, gray hair is all they see. I prefer to call it silver. At work they say I'm calm. Inside I'm all a quiver. Some say I am mad. As mad as a hatter. I do it for just for fun, to keep up the chatter. Some think my morals are somewhat lax. I'm a good girl really, and that's a fact. Never judge a book by it's tattered cover. I'm going to end up just like my mother.