If you want to get to know me,
You should know that
I read and write poetry,
And listen to songs unconventionally.

I mostly write 4-versed poems,
Always check the punctuation,
Never let anyone read
The joke I call, ‘poetry.’

I try to be a clever girl,
But lies infiltrate the true meaning of my words.
Though I think truth is a verb,
But in reality, it’s actually a noun, I heard.

I lose track of time easily,
I hate my body,
I worry about calories,
And my eyes have gotten more blurry.

I’m good at no communication,
I forget all my lessons,
I’m a passive learner since Kindergarten,
I can last daydreaming for hours.

I’m a teenager flawed with insecurities,
I get distracted easily,
I can't make up my mind,
Even if the answer is right in front of me.

I’m not fond of the word ‘love,’
So I pick those I say ‘I love you’ to and not ‘too’.
Sometimes I think I’m a witch,
Self-centered and egotistic.

I’ll never be in a relationship,
My standards are too high for anyone to reach,
And even if someone did,
I’ll do something that will make them leave me.

My best mate is called overthinking,
And anxiety is the girl I met while thinking.
They come with me everywhere,
Even in the bathroom, while I cry in the shower.

I have high expectations about the world,
That it fails to pass the assessment.
It crumbles when I try to take a step,
So I stay in my bed and hope for the best.

I never truly say what's in my head,
I’m a creature of habit who Googles each word.
And over analyze every verse,
With hopes that it can speak for me instead.

I mix truth with a whole lot of white lies,
Then serve cocktails that are too dry.
I must have been a bartender in my past life,
Or maybe that’s my calling in the afterlife.