I am so finicky
a touch me not
an introvert in all
resolute and focused
Do I look crazy?
well, that is what I am.
Talk to a few only
could talk no more
settle within my circle
never want to extend
Do I sound silly?
well, that is what I am.
Like not to dine out
the little I eat
has to be from home
confined to the home
Do I seem cranky?
well, that is what I am.
I spend time gazing at the sky
the stars twinkle
the moon shines
the sun scorches
I find an equanimity with them
Do I resemble a fool?
well, that is what I am.
I read books many
listen to music often
imagine me to be a writer of fame
write, what I know in a stroke
Do I speak like an eccentric?
well, that is what I am.
I am very sensitive
hurt I get in a wink
when bruised I sob
withdraw as quick as I can
Do I take the cue of a lunatic?
well, that is what I am.
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