What I am, and what you're not

I am not confident.
I know I am smart, but not in the ways that I count.
I read people much better than books but I never
Have the words to explain my findings.
I'm only as funny as I feel.
I sometimes walk with my head down.
My posture is terrible.
I think horrible things about my people and I let
My emotions get the best of me.
Or as innocent as you'd think I am.
I am a perfectionist.
I am a contradiction to everything I want to stand for.
I'm a big dreamer with a little motivation.
I am really no good at all, on my own.
But I am analytical with myself.
And I don't understand how anyone could ever be cocky
Or proud when they are aware of all the disgusting things
That they think and do, but no one knows.
We're all broken enough to be humble.