Inside Out

I wonder sometimes whether
It’s you who see the lie
Or I who fail to see the truth.
There are words that always cropped up
When they talked about me:
Loud and brash, something sociable,
A little bit odd, a little off kilter,
With a charming smile and
A way with words and
An easy humour, kind of dry,
And very British in the end.
They told me I was one of those
Who could make you feel the world,
See the sun through new eyes,
Or with a roll of the eyes
And an easy turn,
Dismiss you like an office intern.
 
It didn’t match with my view, you know.
The words I use are different.
Shy and silly, I don’t know how
This whole social thing is supposed to work.
I’m always a friend, never a lover,
And I haven’t the sympathy
Of any other woman
And take that how you like it.
I hide away, want my time alone,
Sombre and severe
And people back home were afraid of me
With my dark stare and moody eyes
And something in the way I walked.
 
And which of us is right?
I think maybe I’ll always wonder
And maybe I’ll come to terms with it
If I find that I’m not at all
How I expected.