People underestimate me,
They think they can't afford to be with me,
They whisper that I am high maintenance,
They are terrified of what I could do with my choice of mysteries,

But out of all the possibilities, I was glad to be chosen by my heart of choice, but not with my word of choice...

I am glad that people assume a lot of things about me and make them think that who the hell I am?

I am pleased that the knowns near me know me in and out, it makes the other unknowns more eager to know me...

Yes, I am high maintenance.
But darling I am not going to say or speak every little thing about me...

Because I am like a Canvas abstract. 
I am open to versions about me but as I said, Like the canvas, I am not gonna jump out and say 'This is what I am all about'

That's Astonishing because some people also say that 'my openness to versions about me' is the most beautiful thing about me!

And you will still be guessing even after knowing all of this.