Normally I’m a sweetheart. Just ask my boyfriend.
He and I share our feelings and get along well.
But I’m quite my own person. You can’t do me wrong.
Among others who love me is where I belong.
My workplace is a dream world where I can excel.
People often misjudge how much I comprehend.
I may throw quite the hissy fit when I’m upset.
It happens only rarely, but then I calm down.
In a matter of minutes my old self returns.
I notice folks’ reactions and quell their concerns
By assuring them that I’m the best gal around.
Sometimes I rattle cages. I have no regret.
My most expressive quality is my live hair.
They perceive my emotions and then act them out.
I believe they are conscious. I wish them no harm.
Often true to my nature, they have special charm.
If I teach them some manners I may gain some clout
In my world of adventure where I’m a fair scare.
Confidently creative, I’m rather unique.
Everyone has some issue. No one is immune
To the ills of our natures, for better or worse.
For some it’s a good teacher – for others, a curse.
Exercising of free will can never impugn
One who’s love is abundant though somewhat oblique.