One of my many shortcomings,

Is such that I dread to tell you,

That I take everything,

Or everyone too seriously.

A simple joke,

Cannot crack my skull,

But a petty test,

Can break my back.

Not like I am dumb or something,

But just that I care too much.

I make haste to do something

That a friend told me off hand.

Just so I look good in her books,

And not as a selfish fiend.

Because being overlooked,

Is one of my Greatest fear.

Being socially unacceptable,

Is something , that I cannot bear.

I may not look good 

That much , honestly,

But I am smart 

Oh yes , very much.

I storm my brain,

To please people,

At times suppressing my opinions,

So as not to offend,

Only my closest ones,

Whom I count Six.

Are ones who knows who I am,

I don’t think before speaking,

In front of them,

Just does what comes on my tongue.

Couldn’t care less,

Or couldn’t care more,

for them.

My fears , my crushes , they know it all,

My foes , my hatred , they know all along,

They also know my greatest weakness,

My wish to keep everyone content,

So my name doesn’t fill anyone with contempt.

I devise plans to be more likeable, 

Not knowing It destroys my own identity.

To change a part of who you are,

For someone else is not a great feat.

Because someday you’ll regret it,

So take some advice,

From this suffering prat,

Just be yourself and live your life.