Enigma

Enigma

Am I worth it?
You’re pondering this again tonight,
I can see the gears turning in your head.
“Is she worth it?”
Why yes, I am,
but what exactly do you see?
I bite off my fingernails one by one,
(masochistic)
methodically though,
that should gain me some points.
I clean obsessively
(well, cleanliness is next to godliness)
and I hate talking on the phone,
unless it’s to someone I know very well
but I’ll talk to myself for hours
(the first sign of insanity).
I can’t live without my music
or my poetry, my grammar, or my books,
add to that my passion for fashion & good looks
(oh, a trendsetter).
Who is she, that girl?
Why is everyone so obsessed with her?
(And why can’t you get her out of your head?)