Off-meter, off rhyme: a poem about me

Don't ask me why
I walk upside down
I walk with my breast
pressed to the ground

Almost every
part of me floats
my head, my arms,
my legs, my throat

My rear-end is full of air
between my ears I've not a care
I'm electric -
look at my hair!


My hands cook
my eyes look
my arms hold up
any good book

I'm smiley and wiley
and crafty and cruel
I'm really a silly and
lovable girl

Except for the weight
that remains in my chest
pulling me down
to walk on my breast.

Its heavy so heavy
but I don't dare
let it go lest I lose myself
up in the air

while the rest of me floats
right out into space
sadness--my friend--
anchors me right into place.