I Am The Mastermind of My Life.

I was born on August 25th
I hear that makes me a Virgo,
I don’t really know what that means.
I’m four foot ten and
I weigh one hundred and ten pounds.
I don’t know how to swim,
And I’m a sucker for a guy 
With a nice smile and a poetic tongue 
I’m still learning how to whisper,
I’m often loud in places where I should be quiet,
I’m often quiet in places where I should be loud,
I was born premature and I’ve been behind and backwards ever since.
I like pepsi.. a lot.
I’ve been told that I give really bad hugs.
People say it feels like I’m trying to escape. 
Most of the time, it’s because I am.
Secretly, I get really nervous every time
Someone gets close enough to hear me breathe.
I have this odd fascination with things,
Like seasons and ice sculptures.
I assume it’s because I usually
Find myself dedicating time to things
That will only last a few moments.
That’s also why I tend to fall in love
With men who will never love me back,
I know it sounds crazy, but it’s actually
Much easier than it seems.
And to be honest, I think its safer that way.
You see, relationships, they often remind me
That I’m not afraid of falling,
But I’m scared to death of what’s going to happen,
The moment that my body hits the ground.
I’m clumsy, yesterday I tripped over my self-esteem.
Landed on my pride and it shattered
Like a glass from a broken frame.
Now I can’t even tell who’s trying to give me a compliment.
I know this sounds weird, but I wonder
What my bed and covers say about me when I’m not around,
I wonder what the curtains would do if they found out,
About the things I’ve done behind them.
I’ve got a hamper that's overflowing with
And I have a graveyard in my closet.
I’m afraid if I let you see my skeletons,
You’d twist my bones into powder and
Get high off my fault lines.
Hi, my name is Keishawna. 
I enjoy mocha frappes, people watching,
And laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
But I don’t allow myself to cry as often as I need to.
I have solar power confidence
And a battery operated smile.
My hobbies include:
Revising my life story,
Hiding behind metaphors,
And trying to convince my shadow
That I’m someone worth following.
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