poems

The curious case of me

I was quiet

I was calm

Never to blow up

Never to wrong

I like to be loud sometimes

When I have people around

But by myself

Is where I am safe and sound.

Some people think that I am sweet as can be

But I know that is not the real me.

I can be rude and obnoxious too,

But not to those certain few.

The ones like me

The ones who are better alone

That's where I am comfortable

That's where I fave fun