A man once asked me why I act the way I do?
At first I was insulted but ended up so confused,
But a question so thought out shouldn't be this hard,
So I started to think and this is what I have so far.
Why do I act the way that I do,
A great question that needs to be followed through,
I tried thinking maybe I just want to be liked,
And then think to myself,Hmm, that answer doesn't seem right�
Am I the type of person that seems a little immature?
Or maybe a person that always never seems too sure,
I've always thought of myself as being a good friend,
But the way that I act, I wonder who it offends.
"Hmmm", is the thought that first comes into mind?
And this question I am sure is hard try to define,
But an answer this tough really hurts the brain,
And then you notice your feeling not the same.
I finally know why I act the way I do,
I am human and my heart has feelings too,
Don't question my action or become upset,
About what I have to say because I show no regret.
If I upset you with what I have to say,
I am sorry you start to feel that way,
But my heart starts to fade and feels corrupt,
As you always say I do nothing but interrupt.
Why do I act the way I do,
It's because I enjoy talking to you,
But when I feel I'm being nothing but a pain,
You make me feel extremely lame.
I ask for you to act the way you do,
Because this why I have attraction to you,
But when I start to feel ignored,
My mind just jumps to go overboard.
I start to think such negative thoughts,
And always wonder where I am better off,
So I ask you sincerely though a metaphor,
Why close a person out with your invisible door.
