She

(I actually wrote this in a dream whilst having a half an hour nap on a Saturday afternoon. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before) 

Responsibly rebellious

Dramatically subdued

Social farouche butterfly  

An eye open dreamer is she

A cotton bud living in a candy society

Brushes careful shoulders

Never letting the sugar become too sweet

Follows the rules of the game

But makes some up herself, this is how is she

Erratically balanced

Diplomatically blunt

Sensibly childish

Curly and crazy is she

Layers of glossy gossip do tempt her pallet

But the soulful shadow embraces her tight

Never letting her go

Intellect and freedom pull her arms

Relieved and thankful is she

Innocently sinful

Quietly shrude

Half glass full

Can sometimes be politely rude

She is me

Me is I

Who is I?

Who is Me?

Tomaitoes, Tomaatoes

Me and I is she

Blends into protocol

Says life is too short, just let it roll

A for Ash

G for Golds

At times is sane
At times insane
Two names… one person is she