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I am an anomaly.
A flying rocket ship.
When times are getting tough
i shy away from my relationship.
I am afraid of being alone,
yet i crave the silence.
When I am told what to do,
I stand up in defiance.
I can't keep friends
because i find it hard to trust.
Yet i tell everyone everything,
to my heart it's a must.
A flower heart i hold in my chest,
I can't deny.
My friends know it best,
Although it is mine.
I'm hard to please,
I'm sorry to say.
If I work in a group,
it must be done my way.
I feel as though this poem may be drab,
This is just my first draft.
Ideas i need to grab,
to make my writing craft.
In fact I'm so lazy,
I almost wrote a haiku.
i almost made up a puzzle,
from which solving would be hard to do.
It would be hard to complete,
because it would be about me,
and I would have just as hard a time,
because I don't know what to think.
Who am i?
I should know, but I'm an interchanging dragon.
So searching my mind soul,
would be difficult to imagine.
Much like me,
this poem is simple.
A couple words,
which express that I'm fickle.
I'm confused, compressed,
and slightly unimpressed.
I'm sure somebody else,
knew how to do this best.