I am, I get

Author's Note:

I wrote this poem for many reasons.  One, I write all the time about being yourself, but I am pretty sure I do not honestly take my own advice. Two, someone can be a lot of things as long as they are strong enough to admit every one.  Three, nobody's perfect and that is why this poem is going to sound mildly bipolar.  I would appreciate comments. 

I am pretty and I'm fun

I am ugly and I'm fat

I get happy I get funny

I get angry I get sad

I am hungry and I'm quick

I am sweet and I'm short tempered

I get silly I get glad

I get somewhat self centered

I am weird and I am off

I am smooth and I'm goofy

I get awkward I get tired

I get a smile that's quite toothy

I am someone and I know it

I am all that I can see

I get used to everybody else

But I am anyone but me.