Sell yourself

Put it all out there
Your best and your worst
Ready to be torn apart
Made a fool
Or made a saint
A genius
Or a flake

See them sitting there
Checking you off
On their lists and sheets
Sharp looks and sharp words
They lean back
Share a glance
Look down at your life
In their hands
Raise eyebrows
Tap pens
Mouths twist as they ask
What you did
Where you did
How would you think
If you did this
What would you do
Speculative
Dream like
Come at me
I have them all
All the right answers
All the wrong ones too
All you need is to see me
To have me there
To feel who I am
And how I work
How I survive
In the dangerous places.