They Must Be Mistaken

They must be mistaken. 

They mistake my fear for virtue,
My hesitation for thoughtful consideration,
My frenzy for passion.

They think me wise
When I really do not know what to say.
They think me brave
When I am simply misguided.
They think me bold
When I am just frustrated. 

I know myself.
Or at least
Think I do.
And I know I am far from perfection or anything remotely like it. 

But I am here.
And I am trying.