For years I was mean,
Isolated, and pushy.
Pushy-away-y, that is.
I didn’t have the patience
For people.
The best people
Could pull the best of me forward.
For a short time,
Like a spring-loaded Pez dispenser.
Sweet,
But not pleasant to most.
And a few years later,
I am needed,
My social IOU,
Came due
This pez dispenser
Has been refilled
With sweet-tarts.
The spring is beautifully broken,
And never recoils anymore.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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