Not many people trust me
Why I just don't know.
Maybe it's something in my eyes
Or the fact I seem to glow.
Walking through the city
People turn and stare.
Maybe there's something on my face
But I just reply with a glare.
I often change my accent
Maybe it throws people off.
One day sounding Scottish
The next like I have a cough.
My personality changes also
From happy and loud
To quiet and sad
Is that not allowed?
My words are mostly truthful
But often not believed
On the rare occasion I am trusted,
My words are mis-perceived.
The question that goes through my mind
Is simple: Why would I lie?
All these things are who I am
But still a hello is often goodbye.
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Weird Stories
RandomThis is a collection of stories and poems I have written when I have been bored. Some can be a bit weird. I'm sorry if some of it doesn't make sense but they are stories and I can make whatever I want to happen happen. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
