You Think You Know Me Poem by Michelle Pope

You may know my name
And maybe that I'm tall
You might know some of my pet peeves
But you don't know me at all

You may know I hate ham
Or that I hate the word why
That being stickys not my thing
But do you know why I cry?

I'm not happy-go-lucky
But that might be how it seems
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep
And end up with disturbing dreams

My lifes not perfect
It's not even close
I try to live it the best I can
But fail, is what I do most