You look like you need a hug.
Then your rizz glides out
With a heavy drawl of ego.
I am reminded your favor
Is conditional upon
You always being right.
Common as your peers,
I see your nervous tics.
Maybe you do need a hug
And to know that
You have nothing to prove, that
You can take accountability, that
You are more than enough.
Maybe then, it would be nice
To know you, however,
Until then, I do know you will
Burn me and blame me
For refusing to wilt.