Silent but a ubiquitous dreamer
Average but a keen artist
Judgmental but a protagonist
Naive but a seeker of sensuality
Self-absorbed but an altruistic
Plain but elegantly blazing
Alone for years but despairingly romantic
Intricate but irrefutably affectionate
Self-worth enthusiast but inevitably disturb by a tinge of self-doubt
Loyal seeker of solitude but abruptly yearns for depth in souls
Believer of the beauty of life in its simplicity but willfully aims for greatness
Doer of sarcasm but bluntly tactful
Giver of a cheerful smile but efforlessly reveals lies in such eyes
Coward but covertly refines bravery
Insecure but never a slave of malevolence
Awake but half-heartedly feigns as blind
Gentle but insensitively cares
Exhausted but ever purposeful
Gullible but superbly heedful
Silly but inexorably level-headed
Humorous but enduringly wounded
Indeed, I am all of those imperfections
All of those make angles of my genuine self obscure
I am all of those and that cause a flawed happiness within me.