I’m full of shit.
often I walk into rooms as the loudest mouth
with the least to say.
I talk like I read self-help books.
I talk like I only mean what I whisper.
I talk like I’ve been lonely.
If I look good
I'm standing a good
If I see myself
it’s because other people see me
I think I think too much but how much is enough when
we question everything?
The question here is what is everything?
I told you I'm full of shit.