Sometimes I feel as if I need rest.
But it is just not to be.
Sometimes I feel like I am lost.
But I am not, here I am.
Sometimes I feel sad for no reason at all.
Sometimes happy.
At the most inappropriate times.
I have been called shy.
I am not.
I have been called eclectic.
Maybe.
I have been called a leader.
And almost in the same breath called a loner.
I have been told I look sexy.
And also told I look like the all American girl.
I have been called short.
I have been called tall.
No wonder I am confused.
And don't know myself at all.