He called me dense
It still sticks to me
Not because
I'm hurt
or anything
But because,
I find it funny
I don't think I am
I do notice things around me
Honestly though,
half the time
it's a real pain to be
aware of everything
I know what I need to
I focus on what I deem important
Yet...maybe my lack of societal awareness
has dubbed me dense?
I certainly do sport a happy go lucky attitude
Often childish
Book smart,
but often confused
seeming
And I certainly do have
the annoying habit of people pleasing
while being shy
and diffident
at times
It's funny
I almost feel smarter with myself
When I'm with others
self-consciousness
self-doubt
social anxiety
naturally takes hold
It sometimes places me
in the role of under dog
Or is it dark horse?
The one,
who surprisingly pulls through
Surprisingly,
has abilities
I'm a little bit like a wave I suppose
On a stormy night
Lashing this way and that
as I please
Sometimes broken down
other times mowing my way through
So, maybe I am dense
Maybe I'm not
I don't know
Life...
can be described by many adjectives
But, let me keep mowing through
On my own merry way
Chugging like,
as my little brother would say,
A chu chu train
