He, Himself

Unintentionally charming
and far too aware of it.
So much so
that
he couldn't be an ass if he tried.
But he can
if he doesn't.
So smooth he ends up silent
at his best, so silent
he can sneak up on himself.

So apathetic towards happiness
in general,
he can't put effort into his own.
Because he knows
he'll feel the same either way.
And he still doesn't know
what that, "the same," is.

He knows too many people
look alike, and he knows
no one here
looks at him the same as people did there,
there.
But he knows people like himself.
People that listen
overindulge
and forget.