Who am I?

I’m not as well read as I want to be.

I find it hard to finish a few words to Leo Tolstoy’s sublime pieces,

and sometimes I stare cluelessly at Gerard’s perfectly written sonnets -

And beat myself up, because I'm not as well read as I want to be.

I’m an overthinker, I possess a quiet anger and I’m hard lover -

Because sometimes I find it hard to let go.

But I let go.

I'm a sometime person -

Not sure if its a major flaw especially in this “sometime” world we live in -

But during this time I'm trying to find my own identity.

I'm a jar full of stories, I have the best ones for any occasion.

I'm a nervous wreck around strangers, but I'm the goofiest gump when I settle in.

I'm a rock star at heart, but I’m quite fluent in playing the part of people’s expectations of me.

Sure, I fail almost every time and that’s why people leave.

Now...now I write. I want to be a writer - a damn good one.

But right now I'm inspired by procrastination and my greatest artform are the completely blank pages that are still unfinished.

I am not afraid of anything anymore, I found acceptance in all the right places.

Still, I’m a lonely loner, but I'm the first person to hear a secret.

Because I keep them.

I’m colorful, maybe a little too different for others to understand

But I remind myself that I'm probably everything someone is too afraid to be.