A Type All my Own

I’m not the type of person,

Who brushes their teeth,

First thing in the morning.

I’m the type of person,

Who’d rather take coffee,

On the couch with a blanket,

Because we all know I keep,

The house way too cold.

I’d slap myself awake two times,

Before I finally decide that,

I should suck it up and get ready.

I’m not the type of person,

Who pretends that I don’t cry,

Armed with frowns as default expressions.

I’m the type of person,

Who cries when told not to,

When some say they’re proud,

Because I’m happy I made them happy.

We all know I should probably,

Start wearing waterproof mascara,

Before I’m forever a raccoon or,

The embodiment of an existential crisis.

I’m not the type of person,

To win the hearts of a crowd,

No new love interest in every episode.

I’m the type of person,

Who doesn’t declare myself a type,

But look where we are now.

Because I’m open to change,

Like a bird opens its wings to fly,

It’s what is required to hold us up in life,

Before we become so detached,

To the monotonous flight we call, ‘life’.

I’m not the type of person,

To leave without ‘goodbye’- it could,

Always be ending, ’til then, just goodbye.