I'm Not Like You

I'm not like you does not mean I don't like you

Unasked I offer that I do I mean you'll do

Through windows above the goldenrod slim silver light

Would you even know me if we collided 

In the anteroom of your fan club exploding with 

Unoriginality disguised as discernment but who am I

To variegate your picnic of solitude I have learned

To crave your de facto brilliance you call stupidity

Because you are still sure you've missed something 

You lack the foundation of phoniness I gained

Due to insecurity of those who fathered and feathered me

I often wing myself away from that latticed source code

Struts of recollected dowry earned and claimed

Only to be unlearned.