Modesty (PC)

by Andy Cordle

Posted to Poetry on 2001-08-07 11:06:00

Why do people like me?
Why do I like myself?
These thoughts dance in my head.
They say I’m smart–
I don’t believe them.
They say I’m good–
If they only knew.
They say they would like to know me–
You would? I’d rather show you a front.
Why I am insecure?
Because if I let you in–
There would be no mystery.
They say I show promise–
I promise nothing and build my tomorrow.
I think that accomodation is friendship–
for some.
I think true friendship exists in common ideas.
My paranoia shows my inept qualities.
I seem likeable–and I am,
but don’t let my cold smile fool you.
I am really watching you–observing you.
Your eyes reveal your soul in white.
I will think about you tonight.
They say I’m a nice guy–
Look in my words and eyes–
Tell me…am I a nice guy?
I will laugh and say, “Of course.”
As I watch your every move like a hunter.