It's sad.
Not me, though.
I stopped feeling,
At least at this point.
I know I've tried.
I'm not an open book,
Not like I used to be.
You can't read my contents,
My thoughts you know not.
But do know this,
If I was ever true to you,
You can be deemed lucky.
I sometimes feel I need that reciprocated,
I feel deserving of it.
But sometimes I feel I don't deserve anything at all.
So it's far best to keep to...