You call me crazy, yet I prefer the term versatile
You wonder how I can see things one way, then at another time see them differently
While I wonder at your inability to see things in more than one way at all.
You call me selfish, only thinking of myself
And I wonder how I would possibly survive if I did not put myself first now, ahead of you
When you cannot even see what I see.
This morning I feel as though I am going to fly into a million pieces
Do not touch me today, for I might break
These are the words on my mind
As I round the last corner of my morning run
Then I think about these words.
No, I will not break
I am not some delicate thing, though I can feel fragile inside
If you push me, I may step back but I will not break
I will go stronger, more sure on my feet
As I turn and carefully walk away in another direction.