Monday blues

My names is one of many yet I’m unlike any other
I’m the physical embodiment of sarcasm all the way down to the loneliest of atoms
My composition is far from basic not many can fathom
Nor relate, I portray an asshole to any who mistakenly take the bait
I’m not much for conversations simply because I don’t have much to say
Most of my thoughts are bound to the page
I’m a walking contradiction shallow, but yet profound
I crave love but don’t know how to give it back out
They say the apple doesn’t fall from the tree but I find it hard to believe
Something like polar opposites without a common ground to meet
So I continue to retreat within
Twenty something and counting hiding it all behind a foolish grin
I’m old enough to know better but foolish enough to pretend that’s it’s going to work itself out in the end.