A Self Portrait

A Self Portrait

I've come to realize that I am stronger than I've known.
I am transparently insecure,
And take pride in it.

I feel that I am commonly underestimated.
I like it that way,
For it gives me a chance to impress,
And prove that I am not as readable as you thought.

The bow ties
The bright colors
The childlike joys.
The pop.
They're not a mask.
They're not a lie.
They show that I am much more aware.
of what maturity really is.

Not a image.
Not a job.
Not a number.
But an understanding,
An awareness.
A love.

I would say my life is a bibliography.
I constantly reference.
MLA
My life adapts.

I'm a bit arrogant, I admit.
Incredibly vain.
Narcissistic.
At least it's genuine.

Can you blame it, if it's true?
Is honesty a valid alibi?

Thanks for listening; you didn't have to.
It's more for me than anyone else.

Undefined

Undefined

One day I bought a dictionary, 
Sat in front of glass,
And strangely came across myself,
On every page I passed.

It seems quite odd that everything,
Could fit in one small space,
And yet it all can fit in me,
And still be out of place.

I came to realize that I
Am more than just one word.
I'm full of contradiction.
I'm sane and I'm absurd.

I am a lie, to be quite frank.
I'm telling you the truth.
Now I will tell you all I am,
Though it may seem uncouth.

I can be articulate,
But then I can be slang.
I can be a friendly smile,
And I can show my fangs.

I am insecure.
I'm certainly too vain.
Plus I am hypersensitive,
Yet don't respond to pain.

I'm quite the little monster.
I'm also cool and coy.
I'm hopefully distraught.
I'm sadly full of joy.

I am all I chose to be,
Raw and unrefined,
Buffered and well-polished.
I am undefined.