Remember That Girl Poem by Patti Masterman

I was that girl that hung out at cemeteries
I was that girl with the gunpowder scented hands
Who played solitaire Russian Roulette,
On a cold winters night, drinking cheap wine all alone.
The one who was fat as a teenager
And then became a reed, just when the world
Thought she would remain fat forever.
The one who hated doing what everyone expected.
The one who broke china cups when she got too stressed.
The one that cried at the sight of baby's being born
And at funerals of strangers.
The one who blushed at the wrong times
The one who laughed at things she shouldn't
The one who decided to do plastic surgery
On her own nose, with a razor blade,
And, thank god, at the last minute
Realized what a horrible idea it was.
The one who said she'd only get married
When she was too old to take care of herself
And then got married anyway.
The one who said she wanted five children,
Because she was adopted and needed
Some true blood relations, for a change.
The one who loved living on the edge
But could never admit it, even to herself.
The one who was perpetually young
But then grew old anyway.
Is it surprising to find out
Who she really was, after all these years?