Autobiography

Too uptight for my own good.
Too emotional I must include.
Not enough practicality in my being.
Too much compassion for what I'm seeing.
Tears form to frequent when I think.
Always searching for the missing link.
Much too wordy when I speak.
Not enough courage, too damned weak.
All in all I guess that's me.
Truth be told, I'm a strange entity.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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