The You who isn't someone

You're proud to be

The You who

Scrunches their toes

And hunches their back

The You who

Picks their nose

And lets lingering silences linger

The You who lives spontaneously

In the moment,

Who shuns the rehearsed jokes

And practiced smiles

Of the typical social convention

The You who startles

Who retreats into another,

Polished You

When someone _else_ comes near.