The Real Me

Who is the real me?

Sometimes, I am as sweet as can be,

With a smile at the ready.

I'll share an anecdote and a few laughs with co-workers.

I'm willing to let someone cut into traffic.

I may compliment a stranger.

"I love those earrings."

"What a cool shirt."

I have joy to deploy.

I have pep in my step.

The world is at my feet.

And sunny days hide the gray within me.

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At another time, I'm as dark as can be,

With a scowl at the ready.

I avoid co-workers so I won't say something I'll regret.

I swear at practically everyone on the road.

I ignore most people - especially strangers.

In my mind, I think,

"Just leave me alone with those gawdy earrings."

"What were you thinking with that shirt?"

I am down, with a frown.

I have blue as my view.

It feels like the world is going to hell.

Such grayness hides the sunny me,

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The only guarantee of change is time.

Another day, another mood.

So, I ask again,

Who is the real me?