Sometimes I’m Difficult

Sometimes I’m difficult.

It seems like

I

Purposefully do not make thing easy.

I

Ask too many questions,

Taking the opposing side,

And then the other side.

Both sides holding

A modicum of sense.

I

Get mad,

Then stop being mad.

Just know

There’s truth

In my anger.

There’s curiosity

Or lack of understanding

In my questions.

There’s frustration

When I doubt.

Confusion

Is not undone

By knowing fractions.

Imperfect

Is okay.

I

Can’t help it

It’s who I am.

Sometimes I’m difficult.

Whether I want to be

Or not.