Are you mad at me?
You assume that I think I'm better
The way I look past you?
The way I walk, smile, speak.
It’s only my training.
My anxious tendency to move past the moment
Just a moment quicker than expected.
A kind person can just be so.
But maybe your own approach to life reflects onto you
My quirks, my charm, and quick incidents of embarrassments
Allow you to create your impression of me.
If that cannot be explained, challenged, or compromised
Then it is not ever a concern of mine.
If your heart tells you that I think I am
It may be likely that it’s true.