I am extraordinary

In an ordinary way


I am mother, daughter, sister, aunt

Yet rarely am I me.



I am organized

In a disorganized way.

I am cold and stoic

Because I am overly-sensitive and empathetic.



I love literature

But hate to read.

I love music

Yet hate to practice.



I can fix computers

Yet hate to program.

I can change my oil

But hate to get my hands *****.



I am a jack of all trades

Yet a master of none.

I am still searching for what makes me unique.

Until then



I am simply just ordinary

In an extraordinary way.