I Am An Enigma

Nothing short of. So much so that even I don’t know me.

So, when you tell me stuff about me, I like to tell you you’re wrong.

Because I seem to want to prove people wrong

About things they think they know about me.

I couldn’t tell you why.

Maybe it’s because I’m stubborn.

About things that matter none at all.

Because I want to be right all the time.

Even when there’s nothing to be right about.

Maybe it’s because I change my mind every ten seconds

And I don’t want people having misconceptions

About what my favourite Chupa Chup flavour might be today.

Maybe it’s because I can’t make up my mind about anything.

Because I want everything.

I’m greedy that way;

I never want to choose

So, I stuff everything I can

Into the 2 lines provided

And hope for the best.

Maybe it’s because I contradict myself. A lot. 

And I don’t want people to think I’m a liar.

It’s just that I change my mind a little too often.

And Freya five minutes ago disagrees with Freya now.

So, when you pretend to know me

When I don’t even know me

I feel the need to explain myself.

But that’s far too much explaining.

And I simply don’t have the time.