I’m not sorry if I scare you.
I’m not the shy and quiet type.
I understand if you can’t appreciate
my energetic hype.
I consistently put myself out there,
knowing few can stand the sting.
It’s neither a cross I choose to bear,
nor a sentimental thing.
As oddly as this may sound,
I have no choice, but to be me.
I want to see the good in everyone,
and wish life to be a comedy.
There’s not a single thing I have to hide
that the world doesn’t already know.
I simply have no skeletons,
because there’s no closets for them to go.
Deep down in the belly
of my cavernous core.
I want to be loved immeasurably,
but appreciated even more.
I have this constant, nagging desire
to prove everybody wrong,
who think they know a thing or two
about where exactly I belong.
I’m not some sort of porcelain doll
you can box up or display on a shelf.
Truthfully, if you see me this way,
I’d rather be by myself.
I’m also not a trophy
you somehow deserve or have won.
Why don’t you put your peacocking away,
and spend a little one-on-one?
There’s just so much more to me
than what you physically see.
I understand this might be a part
of your wiring, biologically.
But, please put that shit aside for a sec,
and do a little thinking with your mind.
I can hold my own in a convo of many subjects.
I’m the thoughtful and introspective kind.
And last, but not least,
but certainly not less,
I didn’t come out of the womb with a broomstick,
because I disagree with your thought process.