I almost titled this “I wish I wasn’t”.
Because I care too much about how people feel about me, I don’t handle people turning away from me well.
Opinions and silence matter equally to me, and inconsistency is confusing.
I wish I wasn’t so sensitive
Unbelievably fragile when I don’t believe I am
Speak with fork tongues?
I’m easily drawn in
My gullibility astounds even me
I don’t care
But really I do
I find I care too much about you
Enough to write and rhyme
When life doesn’t normally flow so well
I’m a single, solitary thing
Single-handedly doing solitary as though it’s my thing
Left alone to trot off alone
And write bad poetry to forget