This is a moment of distraction.

I'm not entirely sure
how I feel;
that goes on par
with who I am.

I'd like to judge myself
before others,
but even then it tends
to be damning.
"You can't say that
if you don't want it
said of you," and all.

The thing is,
I acknowledge
what they see in me.
I'm not blind
to my many flaws.
It's no longer self hatred,
but it is a little less safe
than a healthy sense of humour.

I know all the stereotypes
and I've seen the atypical
from them all.
I laugh at those
who laugh at me;
not people who share
their taste in music
or clothing,
but the ones themselves
who act against me.
I do this,
because I've come to learn
almost no one who shares
my taste in music
or clothing
shares any other likeness with me.

We have to realize, though,
that no one is truly
without sin.
We've all cast enough stones
to break innocence to pieces
at our feet.