I'm Being Facetious

You think I'm an idealist don't you?
Just another starving artist, another penniless poet
Lamenting about the way things should be
Instead of the way things are
Distanced from the world and its bullshit.

You think I'm self-righteous don't you?
Not because I think I know everything
But because I'm not willing to fall in line
And march to the beat of someone else's drum.

You think I'm insecure don't you?
That I hide behind a bad guy persona
And refrain from showing emotion
Exuding an air of misplaced machismo.

You think I'm all these things
An insecure, self-righteous idealist
And even if you were right
It still wouldn't matter
Because I'm bipolar and nothing I do makes sense
So fuck you and you're opinions
I'm being facetious.