Annoyingly Nice

Boy, you don’t even know me.

I’m not this perfect girl with ease.

Those little bits you think are out of character

ARE my character.

The thunder in my chuckle,

Those black streaks in my hair,

The chipped and battered finger tips,

And the explosion of words

THOSE ARE ME.

The me you know is simply the look

I give when I am joyless.

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