I Return What I Get Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I don't do well faking.
Or pretend feelings I have,
To express...
Reflects my acceptance.
Towards those I dislike.
If I am fed seeds planted,
By anyone done with disrespect...
They should not expect,
A reception that releases...
Floral scents of a rose,
To sniff and not suspect...
A cucumber heated underneath,
Remains to sustain its cool.
I'm not a fruit or a vegetable,
Capable to do that.
Step on my toes and who knows,
What will happen.

I return what I get and that's it!
Pretense?
Is not a 'thing' I can prove,
I can successfully do.
I've been infested,
With too much truth to live it.
To exchange it for pretense,
May prevent me...
From receiving social invitations.
Sent R.S.V.P.
But neither am I awaiting,
To charade in masquerade.