They think I am rude and arrogant,
When I reject to be their date,
But little do they know,
That love makes me suffocate.

They think that i like it a lot,
To break a million hearts,
That love for me is no more,
Than a petty game of tarts.

But little do they know, that my glass heart cracks,
Every time i see them in tears.
That being the reason for someone's misery,
Is one of my biggest fears.

They think that my soul's made of stone,
My brain an iron ball.
That nothing can break my ego,
Which stands as high as the Wall.

But little do they know,
That i feel their pain,
I want nothing but them to see,
Loving me is a losing game.
© Rieshitaa