Selfish, possesive, That's what you say I am. I grasp what is mine because I feel I can. You think you know me oh so well, Yet all the things you say are reflections of your own hell. Your thoughts are transparent, so all you accuse of me, is all that you wish you could be. Your tears come down on your face like rain, You're thrusting your words as if I feel no pain. Cold, Indifferent, so you think I am? Maybe I pretend because I feel I can. Or maybe you only see what you want to see. These things you are thikning aren't really me. My tears are real, My love is strong, My trust is like glass, Shattered when wronged. Selfish, Possesive, no, that's not me. Protective and Cautious better describe me. Cold, Indifferent, Think again.... Open your eyes and see me, my friend. Silent... That's me. Explosive? Maybe. Don't try to read me. Hug me. Kiss me. Love me. Stop trying to read me. Just be my friend...
Reason for writing:
I'm tired of people thinking that they can analyze me. They think that just because I am quiet and not outspoken, that I must be oblivous to everything that goes on around me. LIke I have no feelings or something!!! Then they try to figure me out like I'm some big mystery, different from everyone else.
Birth sign: Taurus
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