Just Like Me

You wear feathers in your hair,
and forest-moss green;
your heart on your sleeve, 
with expressive curiousness

You carry your pain on your back,
like a meseum on tour;
on your head a bucket of dreams;
and badge of childlike mischieviousness

Your eyes are aglaze with naive hope,
in a paper boat repaired umpteen times;  
the kind of love that has no cure, 
incapable of callousness

You're just like me!