What is wrong with me?

 

I sit and think to myself. What is wrong with me?

I cant answer that question

The simplest things can make me happy

And yet the simple things can make me mad

Im happy to be alone

But at that time, Im not really alone

I see so much life in my childs face

And I love to sit and wonder what hes thinking

I love my quiet times with him

The special moments everyone else misses

I feel myself changing

But I dont know why or how

No one seems to like the new me

But I do

I like doing things on my own

And being in charge

No one to answer to

No one to worry about

Then that little hand holds mine

And hes all I want and need

Just the two of us

Sharing a smile or wink

My heart overflows with joy

Just hearing him talk

He is mine

And I am his

This is as it should be

What is wrong with me..

I dont know

But as long as this child loves me

I am wonderful