The Image of Me

Can I help you understand
I’m exactly what you see
I’m not some deep intellectual soul that drops wisdom inclined knowledge on a daily basis
I don’t think before I speak
I blurt out the first thing that graces my brain
I don’t complete most things I start
I procrastinate until it’s often too late
I’m not this remarkable being that handles every situation delicately and precise
I try to avoid stable solutions in fear that they might take more time and patience than I’m wiling to give
I’m not always considerate of anyone’s feelings
Because I’ve always had to protect and control my own
I don’t know a little of anything
I pretend and feed my ego those mouth watering lies it craves so much
I’m not who I appear to be
I’m someone else
Someone less appealing
Someone worth the love but with extreme caution
This is me
I’m nothing less
Nothing more than
The image I wish to be
The person you see in me