Me, I

Her hair is naturally curly
An explosion, really
Bursting from her face
Widening its surface

Me, II

And she cannot
Cannot
Fall
Asleep unless the door handle is
Touching the wall
She doesn't know why she doesn't
Know why at all

Me, III

And she lives by the mantra
That she's not much of an animal
Person, really
She just likes who she likes
And sometimes isn't even inclined
To pet the newest members of their
Four-footed brigade

Me, IV

She
Dreams about dresses and boys
Has a list that she'd like
Is very grounded by nature but
Can go off and get riled
About things that don't affect her
And makes up stories in her head
Scenario after scenario
Of what would surely happen
If she met him

Me, V

She tries to be funny
And she loves when friends laugh
She takes things to heart and
Shuts down when they don't
Go well
Is the queen of
Feeling accomplished and
Is the type of person that
Doesn't clean off an annoying smudge of dirt
On their converse
Even if she
Has to look at it
Every day
And it drives her insane she just
Leaves it for later

Me, VI

She's an incessant worrier an
Obsessor and
Yearns for instant gratification
She's not good at waiting
She wants everything to happen for her
In succession
She cannot make a decision
Without the input of another
Although when adults don't acknowledge her she
Feels a tad disgruntled
And she cannot stay angry for
More than five minutes
That's the record

Me, VII

She's a singer at heart she
Writes silly things on her walls
The most secret in tiny, illegible letters
Only for her eyes
She tacks pictures up
That she can admire
Every night she
Writes her goals on a piece of paper
She
Yes, quite irresponsibly
Longs for a nose ring
And decides the repurcussions
Do not matter
She will be
Seventeen
And that's so crazy
Seventeen
And her schedule looks like it'll be jammed full
Spilling at the brim
And yet she still wants time for friends
And family
Seventeen

That's me.