That was an overshare once again,
If I was poised enough I would have made a joke about it.
Sorry I didn’t mean to get too serious again,
I’m really not that funny.
I promise I’m not obsessed with myself,
Or am I? No one likes being around me.
Why do I always seem to be the wrong person?
I’m working on it, but I also want to be me.
I’m haunted by a comment a friend made about someone I knew.
He just wants to be accepted too much.
It echoes in my brain every time I’m lonely.
I just want to be liked so much that I’m weird,
An amalgamation of longing and genuineness that nauseates passers by.
Not to mention the bleeding heart in my chest that no one wants to look at.
Let’s be honest neither do I.