A Poem by Seana J.

Seana Nichole
May 28 · 1 min read
Photo Credit: Photo by Luke Jurgella on Unsplash

I’m a control freak in the morning,

A narcissist by night.

You piss me off at any time,

And it’s an argument on site.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder,

Tends to control my life.

Color coated closets,

Make me feel relaxed inside.

My bad attitude,

tends to get me in a bind.

As soon as this mouth starts running,

there is no stopping of any kind.

My resting bitch face —

there’s no way to hide.

I’m an unapproachable person,

If you catch my bad side.

All these things live in me,

Yett no one seems to know.

I try to hide them rigorously,

I refuse to let them show.

Journal of Journeys

Each of us are the narrators of our own unique stories, dramas and sagas. Journal of Journeys is a publication that takes pride in helping share those stories.

Seana Nichole

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24: Poet: Mother: Philadelphia PA

Journal of Journeys

Each of us are the narrators of our own unique stories, dramas and sagas. Journal of Journeys is a publication that takes pride in helping share those stories.

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