Things I get called

Things I get called all the time

Wonderful

Amazing

Great

Different

Pretty

Cute

Nice

Sweet
All those adjectives to describe me

Never amount to much

They never make a difference in the end

I am always the one left on my knees

Head down

Thoughts too deep

Writing a new poem

With the same theme

Back to being that “beautiful”broken soul

The mysterious girl

With a grudge against society

Or so it seems

Back to being the one who does not care

But secretly I care

I care too much
Back to being reserved
Closed off

Back to promising myself

That I will not make that mistake again

The mistake of letting people in
Putting my guard down for only a moment

But a moment was all it took

For you to grab a hold of me

For me to be intrigued

For me to get hurt again

After what seems like the hundredth time

Back to being

Jaded

Reserved

Closed off

Mysterious

The girl with a grudge against society

The broken “BEAUTIFUL” soul

Pretender

Naïve

All those adjectives to describe me

When I am on my knees

Head down

Thoughts too deep

Writing a new poem

With the same theme.