the (scorned by the one who first called her an) enigma

it intrigues and astounds me, the many aspects my personality has.
then again, everyone has several aspects...

but i can go from seething anger to prancing about the bathroom in a towel when no one's there.
coming to the mirror.
trying to keep a straight face.
and laughing at my own crazed antics.

i go from shrinking away in pain to leaping and turning across the room.

i can mask anything by making people laugh.

and i read marvel comics and ayn rand.

i'm a slight figure that fears nothing yet for a time trembled at the sight of one person.

i blow bubbles and then contemplate the meaning of life.

i suppose that i live.

Lord, there are so many aspects to living...

but these scars, Lord...

i love each and every one of them.

but did You have to make that last mark?

i took years of ridicule and demoralizing comments better than that.

but You're right, as usual.

You did teach me so much and entrusted so much to me.

perhaps i'm just left to grow on my own...
but Lord, the good thing about now having anyone to influence you in life is that it's just up to You and me.

that's the beauty of being an introvert and living alone.

it's just You and me, Lord.