Conflicted

I am something unexpected,
Though unremarkable at first glance.
I seem straightforward,
But under the skin
I am a tangled mess of
Unanswered questions, of
s-stutters… and pauses,
of disasemblement and disseparation,
of words made up and mispronounced.
I am obviously subtle,
Obliviously aware.
I am intelligent, but not smart.
I am always backwards in coming forwards
When I start at the beginning,
Reveling in my organized disarray.
I am full of contradictions,
Both straightforward
And unexpected.