Sometimes I'm terrible

Sometimes I'm impatient, and
Sometimes I'm terrible
Sometimes I wonder what people think of me, and
Sometimes I don't care
Days like this I feel selfish, because
Days like this I want you
(more specifically, your body, or
more specifically, your hands and face)
Sometimes I'm cold, and
Sometimes I'm crazy
I think that desire is frustrating, and
I think I don't like myself tonight
Which is why I feel a hypocrite, and
Which is why I want you to want me anyway



This poem is not about who you think.
Sometimes I'm base.