I am a social loner.
I am an insecure narcissist.
I am a love hater.
I am a gentleman caveman.
I am a serene maniac.
I am a single child brother.
I am an organized mess.
I am a controlled addict.
I am a mute speaker
Who can be deafeningly silent
And powerfully weak
And noticeably absent.
I am confusingly obtuse.
I am acutely vague.
I am contentiously agreeable.
(At times like these, I long to be brief.)
I am deceptively honest.
I am painfully soothed.
I am visibly transparent
All while being visibly blind
And mindfully inconsiderate
And charitably selfish.
I am dependably undependable.
I have multiple monologues.
I have mean friends.
I have certain doubt
Because I am knowingly unaware
And strangely familiar.
And I am clearly confused.
I am not myself,
Yet am still hopelessly optimistic.