I Am... (9/30/10) - Poem by Maureen Baker
I am a real piece of work.
I am harsh when I need to be.
I am a bit of a bi... brat.
I am snarky, pushy, and a royal pain.
I am rude when nothing else works.
I am possessive and bossy.
I am nowhere near perfect. In fact,
I am not sure what that even means.
I am bound to push you around.
I am apologzing in advance and
I am warning so you won't be stuck with me.
I am going to be honest now.
I am not going to try to deny it, and I won't lie to myself.
I am insanely in love with you.
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