If I was mean to you just tell me
I might have picked some habit of people being insensible around me
And I picked the bad habits of taking things either too lightly or too serious
And they ask me to loosen up a bit when in my head I'm wondering what version of me they want every day
The -too serious- me has made me some enemies
And the -too lightly- me has made people grown tired of me for being too nice.
At the end I'm the one who should choose who I am to me.
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Fragile
Poetry"Every word that was once thrown at me made the glass shattered at the end." Collection of poems
