Unpleasant

Unpleasant, taciturn, and menacing
Is what I obviously want to be,
A character that mostly isn't me,
But some of that persists here, hovering.
I'm diffident, I'm fond of cuddling,
And have been known to smile so sunnily
That mountains bend, great rivers run more free,
And where there was stone silence once, birds sing.

I smile at my friends, damn them with faint praise,
Express my thoughts with delicate delight,
Pretend respect for darkness and the night
But secretly prefer the summer days,
Hot, humid, sweaty, long. It's just a phase —
Soon I'll be menacing, and mean. That's right.