I have a good story or a funny joke to tell.
When I feel like I’m the girl who can conquer the world,
And I greet my surroundings eagerly, arms unfurled.
I may be enjoying the sunshine, the seashore, fresh air,
or letting myself go in a moment seemingly of no cares.
No matter what the circumstance, I’ve grown accustomed to know,
that with you I will never be able to ‘just go with the flow.’
There is always something
that I can count on from you,
harsh moods, unkind words,
at least a criticism or two.
When we’re in front of our friends — could be just one or a few,
Their image of us is usually sadly askew
and, of course, I think — ‘if they only knew.’
Why would I say this? You may ask in debate.
Well, because, dear, when it comes to me,
It is your task to deflate (and manipulate.)