I am not one whole person,
of that I'm certain;
there's a confidence within me,
an arrogance almost -
matched against a crippling shyness,
uncertainty of every judgement, I may make;

there's creativity,
it runs through my bones,
sending sparks and shivers accordingly

there's a loving mind
for those closest to me,
and for those things most intriguing
this is matched with my cynic's heart;
a fatal flaw,
I am cold within
for it is easier, there is no pain - that is
numbness

I am not a whole person,
I am incomplete,
I am not simplistic,
I am fragmented