I’m not perfect.
I’ve oversensitive sometimes
and insensitive others.
I’m marred by insecurities
even if I appear to
be full of myself.
I can be loud
and so quiet
you barely notice
my existence.
I am proud, self-righteous
but other times humble.
I’m not perfect.
I’m a contradiction of terms even.
But I am beautiful in
my individuality.