I know exactly who I am

And all of the things that

Made me this way

I know that I’m confrontational

And cocky

And egocentric

And bad at writing poetry

But that’s not your problem

I know I’m spoiled

I brag too much

I’m privileged and detached

And I have no right to complain

But that’s not your problem

I know I assume we’re friends

Because why wouldn’t we be?

And I know I don’t look gay

And I don’t want a relationship

But that’s not your problem

I know I’m such a bitch

And I can’t communicate

And I don’t care about

the male loneliness epidemic

But that’s not your problem

And it’s really fucking immature

To gossip and complain

About someone you barely know

Because I know exactly who I am

And what it’s like to be around me

But you don’t know me

So stop acting like I’m a bad person

What the flip.