Poem: "Humbled"

I keep on being humbled
But I don't want that.
I want to be obnoxious,
I want to be a brat.

But I'm humbled when I
Think of you
And all the pain inside, 
All the times you could've but 
Didn't cry. 
I'm humbled by the storm I saw 
When I'd look in your life; 
Humbled by your wrinkles and 
Humbled by your eyes. 

And I don't want that. 
I want to be an asshole, 
A joker, hard and strong, 
But one can't be
What one is not 
For very long.