On Being Yourself

You are so you,
the way you count your freckles
when everything is dying,
the way you value your privacy
but coat fragile glass screens
with your fingerprints,
the way your art mimics your
personality
and the way you don't understand
when people tell you this.

The way you always wanted
a place to be at nine at night
and the way you have fulfilled
this wish among several.
Your persistent ways are mimicry
of your hatred to long for
things and people,
and your way of dancing around
metaphors about sadness
is mimicry of your passion
to convey feeling
and creates the same in others.

The way you tell people to follow
when they beg you not to go,
the way your favorite music from
years past makes you cry
and yearn for experiences
that will never happen again.

The way you boldfaced that.