I lost a friend and it\'s my fault.
Trying too hard or not enough,
Expecting more than others can give,
Overreacting, being dramatic,
And ending up looking pathetic.
This isn\'t part of some master plan.
This is simply what I am.
God, I have faults. Don\'t I know it.
I don\'t kid myself. I know I show it.
Do I think it\'s okay to be this way,
No, I don\'t,
I\'m sorry. Truly, I am.
I wish I was different.
I wish it all was different.
But I\'m not and it\'s not and I\'m stuck.
I really do like writing poetry.
I take it very seriously.
I think I do it everyday,
For a fair part of the day.
So many of the poems I\'ve read here are truly amazing.
There is so much talent on this website.
This is not false flattery.
I can\'t lie because I won\'t remember what I said.
Now I have something that\'s truly mine.
For years, people have been telling me to find a hobby.
I finally have.
So, thank you for welcoming me to your website.
I would be honored if you let me stay.
But please don\'t call me Perdita.
My name is Elaine.