Forgive Me For Being Great Poem by samuel nze

Forgive me for being great
I didn't know it would
Merit your acrid stare
The snobbery and disdain
Ache my soul
Draw watery salt to my eyes
I did not choose my gait
You say my shoulders
Compete with my nose
Which is haughty and uncouth
To my brow;
You say I talk gruff
And have this unseemly panache
You remind me that I call myself
A leany genius, one of the anti-social breed
But all you do is try my modesty
I would love you if you
Cared more for my heart:
Forget my accomplishments
Forget my style
Forget that I am nothing but simple
Forgive my being great.