Let me tell you about all my firsts
So you can learn everything and nothing about me
Stories to make you giggle, cringe, squirm or judge.
Starting with bad taste in music, clothes and people.
There was Britney Spears and S Club 7
There was glitter, flares, velcro and velvet
There was a girl who teased me and a boy who taunted me
So many things that I could make better second choices of.
First kiss; I’ll answer with my head in my hands
First love; didn’t exist. Silly question.
Now let’s get serious; first time you felt fear?
Now this is a tough one because I can’t choose
Did I fear for myself more than him all those years before?
That’s turned into the question of who I loved more
Expansion of the timeline as more first times occur
The emotions get fuzzy – sure I’ve felt happiness
Just don’t question those five empty years –
Other firsts were experienced then.
First panic attack; midnight, date irrelevant.
First actual panic attack; about a month later.
Do you want me to continue – or have you heard enough?
I’m not finished yet, not even close I’m sorry
See, I haven’t had much time for round two’s
As I’m still learning by making mistakes.
Learn what you can about me from lisped words
So you can now make inaccurate judgements
Mismatched stories to fit the pre-created image
Of a person even I am yet to understand.