If there was a dictionary of me
That defined me
A hundred or so terms,
That made up who I am,
A caricature like diagram
Which words would it contain,
That put together randomly,
Would somehow make up me?
Impulsive that’s for sure,
Whimsical, nonsensical, inclined to fantasy,
Hot-tempered, shy, reads endlessly.
There would be contradictory terms too,
Romantic ally practical, calm anger, reserved confidence,
Hyper poise, silent noise, utterly senseless sense.
And then the words I wish were there,
Noble, honorable, just and fair,
Loyal, sensitive, completely without fear.
And of course a section I would rather didn’t exist,
Angry, sad, feels misunderstood,
Oft-times uncaring, unthinking, unmovable as wood.
But still it would be interesting,
To see all those words that otherwise are just words,
Come all together like a flock of over-excited birds
And make up a figure, a reflection of all I am,
With the good bad and ugly,
The words of a dictionary that make up me