I am your scariest nightmare,

I am your dreams come true.

I'm sex on legs for one man

-I laughed, but he says that its true.

I am a scatty eccentric,

I run my business quite well.

I'm laid back, I'm quite easy going.

I'm the evilist bitch from hell.

I am utterly ruthless,

I'm as soft as melted icecream.

My dress sense occasionally's lacking

And I can't always say what I mean.

I'm dyslexic, I stutter and stammer,

I'm erudite, witty and smart.

I care for the lost and the homeless,

Mum tells me I haven't a heart.

I've fought demons and pain and addictions,

I've rewritten a horrible past.

I am me - a bit new, a bit wobbly,

But delighted - I'm adult at last!

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