I boil pasta in kettles,
I itch stings from wasps and nettles,
I leave my straightners on all day long,
I forget to blow food and burn my tongue,
I forget birthdays, especially ones in October,
I have common sense-aphobia.
I don’t look when I’m crossing the road,
I forget every password and code,
Organization isn’t my main trait,
Dates I’ll forget, events I’ll be late,
I have L plates for my fellow drivers’ sakes,
I never learn from my mistakes.
When it comes to technology I’m stumped,
When it comes to my boyfriend theres no where I haven’t already thumped
I don’t question, I’m naïve, gullible,
I can’t walk in a straight line, I’m clumsy, it’s undeniable,
In adult life it’s already been assumed,
That I’m freaked out and doomed.
I keep my pin number in my purse,
I’m always getting lost, it’s like a curse,
I waffle on, I’m terrible on the phone,
I’m easily stressed, impressed, accident prone,
But as I’ve confessed, I’ve come to see,
I’ve accepted, confessed to being me.