I am not confident, I know i am smart but not in the ways that count. I read people better than any book that i could ever find but i never have the words to explain my feelings, I'm only as funny as i feel and i do not think i am pretty. I sometimes walk with my head down. My posture is terrible. I let my emotions get the best of me. I am really not as nice as i would like to be or as innocent as you may think i am. I am really no good at all, on my own. But i am analytical with myself. And i don't understand how some people can be cocky or proud when they are all aware of the horrible things they think and do, but no one knows. We are all broken enough to be humble.
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