Imagine Me

Self conscious? Yep, that's me.

I think I was born this way. Always conscious of myself. Always aware of who I am not. It's relatively difficult to be conscious of not me, but I can pull it off.

Who am I? That is much harder to answer.

Close your eyes. Imagine me. Now open them. Here I am!

Exactly what you imagined, right? That's me.

Pull my strings and I can dance like one of Pinocchio's counterparts on Stromboli's stage. Which one? Depends on whose strings you pull. I'm a born and bred pleaser. Why anyone would strive for that I don't know, but here I am, one hundred percent thorough bred pleaser.

Of course I don't have to be that. I can please myself just as easily, or I can please no one at all.

But no, that's not very likely. There's always bound to be somebody who is pleased, isn't there?

Hmmph, maybe that is comforting

And maybe it's not.