I’ve never been patient or calm.
If
someone were reading my palm,
The
lines there to see
Would
give clues about me
Indicating
the need for a balm.
Just
the slightest thing tests my restraint
And
it’s not a nice picture I paint.
Yet
that’s how my brain works;
It’s
just one of my quirks.
Mellow,
chill or laid-back I sure ain’t!
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