My elusive nature follows;
Once shy,
Another time strange,
Then serious
A bit nervous,
Once youthful
After detached,
And talkative.
Yet I no longer feel the crushing shame,
Only that these faces which grace me
Are all true, are all me—to be embraced.
This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.