Sometimes

Sometimes I’m too quiet. Sometimes I’m shy.
Sometimes I just don’t know when to shut my mouth.

Sometimes I’m very insecure.
Sometimes I’m afraid I seem arrogant.

Sometimes I worry about what people think of me.
Sometimes I just don’t care.

Sometimes I’m a bitch. Sometimes I like being a bitch.
Sometimes I feel I’m too nice.

Sometimes I think I’m a good person.
Sometimes I do horrible things.

Sometimes I just don’t understand people.
Sometimes I know exactly what they’re going through.

Sometimes I’m misunderstood.
Sometimes I’m surprised by how much they understand.

Sometimes I worry too much.
Sometimes I know I should care more.

Sometimes I make my parents proud.
Sometimes I feel like a disappointment.

Sometimes I think I know it all.
Sometimes I realize I still have a lot to learn.

Sometimes I enjoy my independence.
Sometimes I just want my mom.

Sometimes I like being considered an adult.
Sometimes I just want to be a child.

Sometimes I feel grown up.
Sometimes I realize I’ll never grow up.

Sometimes I’m okay with being single.
Sometimes I wonder if anyone will ever love me.

Sometimes I love being alone.
Sometimes I just want someone to talk to.

Sometimes I feel like I’m insane.
Sometimes it seems I’m the only sane person I know.

Sometimes I embarrass myself. Sometimes I impress myself.
Sometimes I amuse myself. Sometimes I scare myself.

Sometimes I’m in a great mood.
Sometimes I just want to cry.

Sometimes I hate myself.
Sometimes I’m just glad I’m me.

Ó 2004