sometimes you get mad at me

for this quirk that I have

to check, check, and check again

my motives and reactions.

It makes you roll your eyes

and wonder

why I am so picky.

I cannot explain

any more than you can understand

my need

to know I am being true,

that I am being fair,

that none of my funny business

of being proud or vain

are interfering with the work

I want most in life to do.

I examine myself daily

for always I must appear

the proper lady

though secretly, I know

I am more vain and selfish

than I admit.

While you roll your eyes at me

and wish I would just be

instead of always, always,

trying to improve upon

the me

that others see.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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