It’s Just Me

Of all the things that are easier said than done, for me I believe guarding my heart is my vice. It seems that no matter what I do I keep finding myself distracted with “feelings.” I guess it fits…I was always considered the “sensitive one” as a child. I was the one who cried over everything and anything. I was the one who wanted to know why someone did this and why someone did that. I was the one who seemed intrigued with everyone. I wanted to know what made them tick. I remember we used to have Childcraft Encyclopedias and I was fascinated with only two of them.  My favorite still was the one titled: How things work.  Looking back, I suppose it clearly fits my personality because it seems whenever I encounter a new person, I can’t help but wonder how they got to be who they are or rather who they “think” they are.  I just wish people were more honest! I’ve been called brutally honest over the years and for a time…one too long…I obliged others and stifled my honesty for their sakes…Yes, they couldn’t handle the truth…not mine and especially not theirs. Regardless, as I embrace the new me who is really the old me, I wear a crooked smile with pride.