My Mannerism

Tho I will not bleed when my affection is abused
I will feel disappointment and my spirits shall be bruised
I wear my heart upon my sleeve
Honesty and trustworthiness are traits I truly conceive
I am not a closed book I am indeed forthright
Calling a spade a spade is my mannerism’s foresight
My character isn’t complex I think you either like me or you don’t 
Whilst I will be the same with you coz I will or I won’t

Like many others I know I lack some self esteem
Tho I may fox and fool one when I act a trifle extreme
I love a laugh even at my own expense
Yet I can reap the rewards with recompense
Thought is my food and a fascination
I always try my utmost with my imagination
So I listen and I logicalize and I learn
from within depths of other’s my creativity will churn

I know not how my peers judge me
Courage is my contentment continuously
As long as I can speak, see and hear
With the will to smell and fight my fear
I shall never ever change who I am now
Nor would I aspire to or even want to know how
I am what I am
This is what you see
So if none of this is what you want
Then you will not like me