Circle around,
and pile in close,
for a look at a creature
once thought extinct.
**
I assure you all
that you will never see
one in the wild,
or among its own kind.
**
A mysterious creature
by nature,
it stays to itself,
a trait rare in any living thing.
**
So here it is folks!
Behold! The Antisocialis Freakis!
Never seen in any type of company,
it is truly one of a kind.
**
Always by itself,
alone by choice.
It shows no sign of loneliness,
therefore it must not have emotions.
**
This is how most
people look at me,
a freak in a cage,
open to inspection.
**
I do not choose to be alone,
but no one wants to deal with me.
Antisocial, I guess it applies to me,
though not on purpose.
**
I have fans, not friends,
all they do is gawk and point.
I am all alone, surrounded by people,
nothing but a show in a circus.
**
All I want is for one person to ask,
Are you okay?
Instead of looking down their noses
at my scars.
**
But it never happen,
and the show must go on.
And so I keep to my cage,
their entertainment for tonight.
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Musings of the Insane
PoetryThis is more or less a sequel to Nightmares, only this one will mostly be freestyle poetry. The same warning applies to this one. Also, if easily triggered, do not read, please. Thanks and enjoy.