It has come to my attention
That I am not all right.
Some may call me sad.
Others pathetic.
Still others find me fascinating
A person to know
A wise woman.
I may be some or none of those things.
I am me.
I am melancholy
And I am bitter
I am sarcastic
Even caustic
My smiles may not be genuine
And I see little need for small talk.
I am myself
For who else would I be?