With the complexity of my personality,
And the difference between me and everyone,
Here's the reality of things.

Now,
I'll leave you with something,
Somewhat like a blurb,
'Cause the story has no end,
And I'll never trust enough to tell it.

I'm a black hole,
Many are but my black,
Is darker.

I'm full,
So full that there is no space for light,
Leaving me,
Seemingly empty.

Or in other words,
There is so much going on with me,
The safest bet,
Is to hide it,
And smile,
Until I can't.

Just a pointer,
I don't say what I mean,
I don't know how to,
So I can't.

I sugar quote things,
Both good and bad,
Even to myself.

And I rarely show any true emotions,
It's misleading,
So don't believe what I tell you,
About how I feel.

Read it yourself,
If you care enough,
But well I don't think anyone does.

If you want something,
Ask.

If you want to know me,
Or you think I'm rude,
Or you have a thought about me.

Even if you don't need to,
Or want to,
Just tell me,
Don't lie to me,
I hate that,
More than rain.

I'm a simple person,
With a complicated mind,
You'll never get me,
Until you try,
Hard.