Just me

 

I am soft in some of my places.

Rounding and fluffy all over me.

And I am edges in all the other ways.

Especially with the words coming out of my face.

I am curiosity in all I want to know,

Burying my nose inside the knowledge.

And some things are things I never want

To know, I lose my interest to harm caused by ego.

I am too much made of caring

And sometimes not at all.

I am open for being loved

And also closed off and wavering.

I am growing as person,

And I have not learned enough.

I like the warmth of daylight

And I hate the sun.

This does not make me an enigma of a sort.

This just makes me human.

I am just being myself.

And I will remain myself going forward.