I’ve always thought myself a humble man…
I’m respectful, courteous, shy, and soft-spoken.
I’m simple, yet complex; but when the situation
requires, I’ll say, and do what needs to be done.
I’m diligent in just about everything I do,
Whether it pertains to work, my kids, or love…
I’m extremely timid, and it takes a lot for me to
get worked up… I’ll keep my frustrations inside,
and either let them fizzle out and dissipate, or I’ll
release them through written word. Very seldom
do I lose myself in anger and frustration.
I’m precise, I’m meticulous, I’m calculating.
If a problem arises, I’ll look at all the negative that
could arise from said dilemma, and work in reverse on a
resolution. But all people seem to see is,
“Oh, he’s such a negative person?”
“Why does he put himself in the position of frustration?”
“Why is he stressing himself?”
To them, it may seem as if I’m actively frustrating and stressing
myself or being negative.
But to me, I somewhat enjoy being put in the position of solving
a problem, and though I might get slightly frustrated, I like
the feeling of working through the issue and finding different solutions
to get myself, or whomever else out of the problem at hand.
People sit there, and tell me let it work itself out.
Put it in God’s hands.
I, personally, am the type of person who would rather take matters into my own
hands rather than handing it over to “fate”.

It’s hard for me to be a cold person.
It’s hard for me to be mean.
It’s hard for me to act like I don’t care.
Empathy, compassion, altruism.

I’m emotional, though I keep it to myself,
which in turn leads me to walk around looking
indignant all the time.
Being so, people like to judge me.
“He looks like an asshole/douche/dick/etc…”
(Take your pick, I’ve heard it all.)
Profile all you want.. If you’re not willing to get to know me,
the true me, get to know who I AM.
Then it’s your loss, not mine…

I’m hopeless,
I’m helpless,
I’m a romantic.
I’m a hopeless, and helpless romantic.
I’ve always been this way.
I’ve always tried to find sweet romantic
ways to surprise anyone I was involved with.
Always for the reward of, hearing the gasp,
and seeing the smile…
I never asked for anything in return,
other than:
“Please, don’t break my heart.”
It’s sad really…
I mean, look where it’s left me…
Broken, and alone…

This is how my mind works,
These are my mannerisms…
I’m not expecting anyone to understand me…
I’ve stopped expecting things from people a long
time ago.
It’s not in my nature, to give up on who I am.
I am ME,
and, THIS, is me…