INFP

Not for me the rough, roughed up, roughened ways of brawn.
Not for me the slick, smarmy, syrupy forms of glib.
Not for me the undue, unsolicited, unctuous style of deceit.
These modes are not for me.

I'd rather be quiet on the sidelines, observing.
I'd rather be unseen and unnoticed, noticing.
I'd rather be humble and circumspect, absorbing.
This style suits me.

Strut, swagger, smear, obliteration.
Self-loathing in defeat, triumphalism in victory.
A knee-jerk zero-summing of everything to competition.
Is not how I see and effect things.
                                         
Hunger, thirst, ache, unrequitedness.
Petals torn off tulips in their bloom.
Leave for me the shards of delicate things.
The unswept confetti of your victory parade.