I'm not a talker
I don't tend to
Say things first or
Explain things
But if you ask
I might tell
I might not tell.

It's really not that
Hard to understand
Me
I'm really simple
And I don't like
Many things.

I don't open up
To anyone
Nor I tell people
My things
It's not because I
Don't trust
But it's the way I am.

I love things some
People hate
I hate things some
People love
Aren't we all like that?

I tend to get
Sensitive pretty quick
But I hide it
Not because I'm ashamed
But because I don't want
People to know.

I know I'm not
Anyone's first choice
And I'm not going to say
It doesn't hurt.

I know very well
That people only want me
Around
When they want
Something
And
I'm easily
Replaceable.

It hurts but I
Can ignore
Because sometimes
I realise that
Its hard to understand
And be with
Someone like
ME.

Poetry is my way of escape from this heartaching reality.. What's yours?