Contradicting mystery!

Climbing uphill? Not my cup of Tea.

My heart isn’t built for that kind of friction.

It beats better on flat ground.

But don’t mistake the softness for a weakness.

Because when the manipulators start their dance,

I watch from the nosebleeds,

My chest a block of ice, miles and miles away

I don’t shout about what I can do.

I whisper it. 

Downplay the magic so it sounds casual.

But the truth is?

Every single morning,

I trip over a new gift I forgot I had.

People look at me and see a warning sign- “Intimidating”

But that’s not malice.

That’s just the armor of everywhere I’ve already been,

Mixed with a confidence that won't apologize for taking up space.

I am a walking contradiction.

Give me a cartoon, a moving drawing on a screen.

And I will weep for its fictional grief.

But give me a life-critical situation!?

I will look at the chaos, and make jokes about it.

To the outside world, I look like a hurricane.

A hundred different storylines tangled up at once.

But if you watch my feet on the floor

While everyone else is spinning out,

 I am the quietest, most disciplined anchor in the room.