I feel so different sometimes, when a chat evolves around subjects I don’t reciprocate or experiences I’m yet to have. Yes, I reply. I lie. I sell myself not to be the outsider. But that’s a lost battle already.
What’s up?
I might seem shy at first, quiet, polite, antisocial, a good lad. I take my time with new people, but I give them too much time to get the wrong idea about me without me giving the chance to go beyond appearances to them.
I’m not who you hope I am, neither am I who you think I am.
Here I am someone for others and in others. Here I am, lonely and lying.
Jan 6, 2013 - What's up? in Talks with my past
- April 18, 2020, 6:43 p.m.
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