I am not confident.
I know I am smart, but not in the ways that count.
I read people much better than books, but I never find the words to explain my findings.
I am only as funny as I feel.
And I do not think that I'm pretty.
I sometimes walk with my head down.
And my posture is terrible.
I'm really not as nice as I want to be, or as innocent you'd think I am.
I am a perfectionist.
I am a contradiction to everything I want to stand for.
I'm a big dreamer with little motivation.
I am really no good at all, on my own.
But I am analytical with myself.
I don't believe compliments, I'm not ungrateful, just convinced that you're all lying to me.
And I don't understand how anyone could ever be arrogant or proud when they are aware of all the disgusting things that they think and do, but no one knows.
We're all broken enough to be humble.
L.