Introspection bordering narcissism
Self-reflection seemingly an oxymoron
stares back eyes tired from the otherwise
glaring habits, littered on the coffee table
scraps of personality to trade
for a few minutes alone
with you I'm thinking of the past
half the time but dutifully, beautiful.
There'll be mistakes, you know.
A tirade of fits and quips.
It's coming more naturally
from an outsider's perspective laced
with gratitude I raise my head up beaming
morals to the sky and to this story
a nervous kind of ride.