final poem

Whether I’m jumping around the house

Wandering through unfamiliar places

My actions are unpredictable

creating a mess is my strongest skill

Although some might actually be worse that others

From finger painting blobs of color on a white wall

To taking a big leap into red dye

It’s never the same story

Where I am

You never know

Sometimes I’m hiding behind couches

Swinging on the roof

Or sneaking around the house

I’m usually up to something

In fact, it seems as though curiosity controls me

So I climb

And I take

Then, I find

Listening to conversations is what I do

Invading personal space, I do that too

Everything intrigues me

Yes, I’m not the most responsible

But I’m learning

With my mistakes, I see the wrongs

With the guilts, I find ways to better myself

In the end, I'm still the same

unchangeable and different

But that’s okay

In my eyes, I see things differently