I’m not perfect,
I make mistakes,
I drive too fast,
I ride the brakes,
I talk too much,
I get the shakes,
Please don’t compare,
This heart that quakes.
I sleep too much,
I loathe romance,
I’m quick to flee,
I’m slow to dance,
I need my voice,
I fear each glance,
Please don’t compare,
My soul’s expanse.
I live to run,
I tend to hide,
I fall for love,
I stand for pride,
I plead for grace,
I face the tide,
Please don’t compare,
My wounded side.
I over share,
I under think,
My mind explodes,
I hit the brink,
I rue myself,
I start to sink,
Please don’t compare,
These tears I drink.
I’m not that brave,
I’m not so tough,
I swear a lot,
My moods are rough,
I mess around,
I’m sometimes gruff,
Please don’t compare,
I am enough.
© The Complicated Bunny – 18 Oct 2021
This poem is the first in a series of prose about boundaries, which are essentially conversations with myself. Yet another homework assignment from my clinical psychologist, designed to help me recognise my own personal boundaries so I can form healthy relationships moving forward.
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