You ask me to talk, open up a bit more
Make some friends cause maybe i hardly have four
Little do you know,I keep searching for someone to listen to me,
With whom I can talk about anything whilst being carefree
you say I can tell you all my stories
I agree and open up my heart without any worries
I care for you, more than anything
Talk to you for hours literally about everything
All this time I might have been a bit insecure
For I’ve never had friends , always been alone in this war
I act childish when you are around
For I feel like myself , totally free and unbound
And suddenly you are reluctant to talk to me
cause maybe I’m too obnoxious, outspoken and carefree?
The truth is, I am too naïve I trusted you
Your changing behaviour was a sign but I never understood the cue
Every time I repeat the same mistake
Is it life or a sad movie with lots of retake?
My silence is loathed and so is my voice!
This soul is despicable , insecure, possessive but trust me there was a time when it was poise!
Everytime I open up, I break again
Let me be alone better than being called as ‘INSANE’
I’ll convince myself to bury the tales,
My stories will be ignored like those unread mails
I’ll try to close my lips with adhesive,
For when I talk too much, people call me possessive