and those who saw the reservedness first
get put off, claiming I was hiding my
evil nature within all along;
and those that only saw the intensity
feel discomfort when confronted by
my internal nature, my plain and sad self.
I was never as sweet as you craved, nor
as bright as you thought you deserved.
it’s never liked, never accepted.
and no one likes both together, this
internal core of mine; they leave
as soon as they discover the other half.
This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.