Wonder girl.

I wonder whether I said too much or too little.
Lately, everything is about too much of something and just too little of the other.
How plainly I fail at understanding myself
And succeed in alluding myself to the nonexistence of the former.
I wonder how the same person could be such a variation,
Such hues, that change every other day,
Least seasonal,
Temperament is just so blatant,
To even carve out what ought to be and whatnot.
That's how she defines herself,
And you believe she has been deceiving you with herself,
Concealing every fact,
To begin with,
Was something she had an expressive mind, for the rest,
Always failed at comprehending herself.