Yes, I am mean – I know it, you don’t have to tell me. I’m very good at it, I’m not proud of it, it’s my fall back mechanism when you’re fucking with my OCD.
Yes, I can be kind, it takes some work, but I try. I’m emotional and walking lines you cannot see.
Yes, I am stubborn – for I am confident in my opinion – I won’t try to change your mind, but if you grant me not the same respect, then indeed we will fight.
Yes I am proud of my heritage, my nation and my faith, but I am trying to be more than our history and my DNA, so don’t box me in with your judgments and your ideas, I have my own boxes that I’m working with and it is a struggle when you move my lines that you cannot see, for one of those lines are holding back the beast.
Yes, I am embarrassed by my need to be heard, but I’ve embraced my shame and together we move through this world recklessly clinging to illusions. But let there be no confusion – I did indeed choose them.
Some people call me a “no” guy, but here I am saying yes to everything.