I go to great heights to prove myself
Anger is kept inside, it is too personal for the world's eyes

I exercise caution with each interaction
My presence is barely felt
A gentle reminder that life is not always gentle

I am a pronoun in the vast language of people
Many worries can eat away at a heart, so I choose just one

I am an incarnation of an idea that even I cannot pinpoint
My intention is to be happy
I shudder at the cliche

I am not conservative, although I may seem that way
It is an attempt to blend in
Complications, bumps in the road
These frustrate, even infuriate, me

I require absolutes. Uncertainty destroys
Robot life would be magical
Emotion is for the weak

I try not to preach, only listen
Ideas are nothing more than words strung together
These strings become puzzles for your enjoyment