I am an anomaly.
Always ready to save the world, but never myself.
I rarely get it right.
They were mean, but it only added to my dreams.
Wanna throw rocks?
They’ll hit me and inspire at the same time.
At least one day.
That one day came many times, and continue to.
I question this false bravado I seem to give off.
Was it brought on by misguided inspiration?
By the rocks, jeers, and what are yous?
Leading to clouded dreams and aspirations?
Put the guard back up?
Just know that moment you ask me to smile, I will.
But it will be crooked, and goofy, and maybe sarcastic.
Because I am an anomaly.