The Reason

This is a sort of mysterious poem.

Now that I've let someone beneath my skin,
What will happen? Will I now fit in?
I feel so vulnerable.
I feel so weak.
I hope they will see a few things about me.
The reason why I want to hang mostly with guys.
The reason for the sadness beneath my eyes.
The reason I push away the ones I love.
The reason I want the affection of the ones who don't love me.
The reason I hide myself from the world.
The reason I always try to be alone.
The most important reasons I think they should know are:
The reason I fill this notebook with the deepest thoughts in my head.
And the reason I only write this all in lead.