As I sit here comatose
With a love stricken overdose.
Arms folded,
But heart closed.
I oppose,
Those
Who choose
Not to say hi.
Why?
because I'm that "guy".
The guy who never smiles,
Quiet, yet traveled miles,
Throughout the valley of life's trails.
Ive become numb to chronic smiles;
Because Fake has a new style.
It's my eyes I gouge,
With the sight of foul growls,
I've seen the "now".
Because the frowns showed me the clowns.
As crazy as it sounds,
I can read them now;
Micro-expressions of the masses.
Smirks laced with informative advances.
Only to increase my chances
To discover new circumstances.  
Do I take the chances?
Yes. Because you shouldn't
judge a book by its cover.
You never know what
that person can help you uncover.
But be careful ,
That person can be an undercover;
Creeping within shadows of karma's
Step mother.
Another reason why
I oppose
those
who choose to to say "hi".