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They say I'm overthinking too much 

That I break all fun and be all blue

They say I'm too shy 

and need to come out and say:

"Hello."

They say they really love me and they don't judge

I could just be me then everything's will fine

Smooth in its path.

But. 

They don't know the me

They're just desperate to make everything stay tuned 

And nothing stands out

Except themself. 

How can they expect me to be outgoing, to relaxed

When each time I talked, no one heard? 

How can they think we can all warm up, 

When we know nothing of each other? 

No, I can not do so

No, humans are not a page of a book. 

A short paragraph that can be read in minutes and know everything

We are all each different universals

Beautiful in depth and hard to know

So, my friend, can I ask you a single human right? 

Stop seeing me as your other fellow

Stop using stereostype and asking me to be like you. 

I'm different and I'm comfortable in my own skin

You get to know me, the real 

Or nothing at all.