I Am Trying To Be... Poem by Shelomith Noarbe

I’m trying to be the most favorite child…
But my deeds so rebellious that it gives heartache to parents.
I’m trying to be the most decent sister…
But my problems are so confusing that I can’t even share.
I’m trying to be the most polite neighbor…
But my big mouth keep me talking when negative views were at sight.
I’m trying to be the most wonderful friend…
But my doubtful mind senses green-colored monster behind my back.
I’m trying to be the most considerate girlfriend…
But my haughty heart put up blazing chaos leading to unstoppable war.
I’m trying to be the most excellent poet…
By my words aren’t as lovely and as lively as of that of Edgar Allan Poe.
At least I tried!