Wallflower III

I should talk more
I really am a bore, sometimes
Never choose conversation over writing rhymes
Or getting to know someone over old times
Its a sigh and a pity
To deal with it, I make it sound witty, make it sound pretty
Doll it up like Hello Kitty
Like the itsy bitsy spider, I'm a fighter
Encased in this shell
Padded with excuses, stay maintained like A Dell
Why can't anyone else tell?
I mean well
All I need is a Keenan to my Kel and a large attendance when the bell knells
Reach out to me...
My mental plane hovers
I talk to myself more than I talk to others
Wear a mask of masculinity around my brothers
Split in two roles yet whole, am I my mother?
Am I my mother?
Am I my mother??