Cheer For The Chair. Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

I sit here and think of you,
Why listening to the coffee machine giving an aromatic brew.

I think I am sitting in a chair,
Where someone once sat who is now famous with time so dare.

These stories they reflect,
I guess sometimes I come off as being imperfect and easy to neglect.

Do I sound too full of myself?
When I am so insecure sometimes I feel as if I can blend in with a bookshelf.

If only you knew my loud and charismatic charm.
Is only a facade which make people around me hear some alarm.

I am actually very quiet and most of what I say is never about me,
Rather things I know or think I see.

I make so many mistakes if only you knew.
It's one of the reasons I am afraid of saying yes to you.

I second guess often and my thoughts race frequently,
I plan and make second plans for a future I can't see clearly.
Having thoughts of voices I can't hear fully.
These voices mimic me so descriptively.

Let's end it here,
For if I go on about such imperfections I will shed a tear.