There is something about humans
Who are so unapologetically themselves.
So at home in their own skin
Unperturbed by others’ opinions.
They speak with effortless eloquence;
Their demeanor radiates confidence.
When I meet such rare specimens
I fall, almost immediately.
Sometimes, they notice me.
But my words escape as a whisper
Of myself, I am only a sliver.
They usually notice
Before I try to insist:
I was not always like this.
And as assuredly as they appeared,
And I am left with more fragments
Of myself to pick apart.