Just Me…

20150120_133446I know I’m messed up

I’m not a perfect person

Stop thinking I am.


I wrote this the other night, maybe Saturday, maybe Sunday. I might have been on the couch or lying in bed. I think it was the couch. But, regardless of when and where, I think the point of this haiku is more about seeing me for who I am, rather than who you think I ought to be. I get tired of trying to live up to someone else’s perceptions, almost like they are placing a mask on me and expecting me to wear it. But, then… maybe I do that to myself.


Published by

R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, UCF graduate, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

One thought on “Just Me…”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s