Read Me Like a Book
written by: Smriti
Does anybody know I hate the smoke,
The scent of cigarettes makes me choke?
That heat and sweat just wear me down,
And crowded places make me frown?
Do they know I’m soft and shy,
That sometimes all I do is cry?
That I’m loud only with those I trust,
In love and comfort, speak I must.
I yap and giggle when I’m free,
But only when you’re close to me.
I’m tender, quiet when I’m low,
And silence is the way I show.
I shrink when voices rise and roar,
I’m not made for slamming doors.
I might seem childish, maybe small,
But I love deeply — love it all.
I treasure hugs, and plushies too,
In little things, my heart feels true.
So tell me, friend, just take a look…
Does anyone read me like a book?
Smriti is a young writer and a postgraduate student pursuing her Master’s in English Literature from Himachal Pradesh University. With a heart tuned to the subtle melodies of emotion, she writes gentle, introspective poetry that reflects her sensitivity and love for life’s quiet moments. Passionate about words, warmth, and whimsical things, she often finds joy in plushies, long conversations, and soft spaces where she can simply be. Her work speaks softly — but deeply — to anyone who’s ever felt a little out of place in a loud world.
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