I get comfortable very easily
Sometimes too soon
I hate facades and I've never held up a shield
So I find it hard to restrain the entirety of who I am
I've realized this doesn't always work out in my favor
Because when you're comfortable
You share something closer to the rawest version of yourself
And this makes it hard for others to uphold their personal images of you
Subconsciously I beg to question
Do you enjoy me? Or do you enjoy your idealized version of me?
Are we here together? Or am I playing a part in a script you are writing in your head?
I've never been a good actor
I smile too much
And it seems you only appreciate me being myself when it coincides with who you think i am
I seem to step out of character, when i step out of my shell
I'm not a portrait, or a painting
I'm a person
I have bad angles and even worse days sometimes
I don't expect you to be happy with every part of me
But i hope you're prepared to love not only your favorite parts
But everything outside of the frame you have tried to box me in