Some introspection...
Picture is by 'fesign'
Thought I was...
caring, unselfish, compassionate, discreet
with incredibly complex, rose petal interlacing, with subtle, fragrant, blackcurrant undertones...
Yet at times I'm seen as...
detached, unconcerned, impatient, driving
a steel plate chilliness, a stance as unyielding as a too dry sauvignon blanc on a bitterly cold morn...
I observed that along with the...
humility, honesty, thrift, wisdom
as unassuming as a home-made nip shared with the neighbourhood's down and out ...
I also found...
pride, concealment, thoughtlessness, unconcern...
as nauseating as a pretentious wine masquerading as French champagne...
Guess there's more
in there
than I wanted
to see...
I have thought the same. There's a human tendency to exaggerate our virtues and talents, while ignoring our vices and undervaluing other people's performance, talents, and skills. But much to your credit you have acknowledged that tendency. And you have also composed a good poem - with laudable directness and honesty. Mark Twain once said that "good breeding consists in concealing how much we think of ourselves and how little we think of others".