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.