I’m awkward, I take a second to make a decision, then other times I can take a day.
My dyslexia means I misspell things, yet I have a passion to write.
I over think the wrong things, I overwhelm and tire easily.
Lord knows I try my best.
Nothing I do is without consideration from my heart, yet I’m misunderstood.
I hate talking on the phone, but I will always get back to you, and no matter what, I will find myself right by your side at the right time.
Trying to be perfect exhausted me, so I gave it up and decided to see who loves me as I am.
I wonder if there is anyone else out there like me….

Me