If I was an an outfit
Here's what I would be:
A short-sleeved fabric with a crimson tinge
Representing the severity and length of my fuse
Raggedy, covered with holes
Just like the ugliness of my hygiene habits
Pants with messy language
Symbolic of my disconnect between brain and speech
A brown, glistening shapka
The only proof of my heritage 
And finally, a fur coat whose pockets are filled with the tissues of words better left unspoken.