These thoughts yank me outta bed at 2.

You jab me for being non-communicative, except on paper, but my words and thoughts flow freely to people who are open to hear them.

I see now your disdain for what you see as my newfound gregarious nature is more about who I share my words with.

I offer myself to people in my world and if they flatly refuse to take full advantage of thisthats their loss. I was an open book but you never turned the pages.

I am the same man I was when we met and will be the same long after youre gone. All thats changed is the subject matter; the delivery is still the same.

No matter the perception of me, Im really not that hard to figure out.

Im a reflection of what you give to me.