(* Disclaimer: I know I am PMS-ing as I write this. Some of this I feel. Some of this I am past. Some of it usually doesn't bother me too often any more; But oh well, it's a post thus, nevertheless. The song was a timely share from my sister that I chose to add here)
''You can Do It, come on!''
I am tired of that song
I have sung it for so long
''I will Be There, I will!''
Almost thirty in a few
Not even near it yet still
''I can Do It, without any help!''
It's been a constant case of
Blatantly, me defying myself.
Rotund is how I feel on the outside; Ugly for the world to see.
Full of heart and so much to give on the inside; Useless in this world of peeps.
Health to maintain is a struggle of mine; Contentment is what this heart pines.
Hereafter I so desperately seek;
For an unbiased reflection of who or how my soul is supposed to be defined.