My Dear...

 My Dear…

 

I walk down past you and I don’t see you,

Maybe it was because I really did.

I know it’s easy for most to just talk,

But it’s a struggle for me.

 

Maybe it’s because my mind’s a crazy place,

A million thoughts are running at a time

Contemplating existential philosophies,

Yea, that’s like an everyday thing.

 

But the real world is more challenging for me,

Sometimes I go over conversations in my head

So that I don’t make a fool of me

But then, I generally do.

 

I tried to fit in, I tried to be chic

But I realised I just need to be me.

The bubble around me is protective

If I let you in, I care a lot about you.

 

Sometimes I hope they get me,

Without saying a word

I don’t think that’s fair to them

So I’m learning to give clues

 

People I care the most about,

I pretend I don’t care about at all

“You’re wired wrong, my dear”

I hear that old lady shout.

 

There were a series of mishappenings

And lessons well learnt

As I ventured out on the journey

To discover my curious self

 

Now I know that I don’t have to be ‘chic’

To please the obnoxious crowd

I know I am happy,

With rainbows in my head!

 

And the best thing then happened to me,

This was also like the worst

You just happened to be like me

I didn’t know if it would ever work

 

There is a world I love

And it loves me back

And I did let the aliens enter a bit

Ah ok, they’re not too bad.

 

But You still boggle me to bits

I think I can never get you

Introvert, dear...

How can I not love you?