Traits of My Character
Traits of my Character
I lie often and without thinking
I convinced myself I hate roses because most people love them
I give the stray cats outside the Mexican restaurant bits of my enchilada
I admire the French
I’m sitting on my bedroom's raggedy carpet wondering
What bits of my soul I could offer up
To make you relate to me
Or hate me
To feel something
About my existence
I’m not loyal
However I love baby’s breath and Bukowski
Do you feel something yet?
All the traits of my character
The wondrous little bits of humanity I cling to
I’ve tried to dissect it for you
But my paper remains nearly blank
And my pen full of ink
Who am I?
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