I got used to being alone
and keeping things to myself.
Wondering what others might
think about me if I let them out.
Now that I'm alone,
I no longer need a company.
Silence is now the shadow
that follows along with me.
Maybe it's okay to be weird,
at least that I am authentic
I am happy with myself (at least that's what I like to think)
I don't want to share thoughts with people.
I could if I really want to but
I don't find anyone approachable.
It doesn't bother me at all
to sit alone in a corner.
As I am busy in my own head
organizing things (especially these stupid thoughts)
which is quite burdensome.
I have a gut feeling that says
people are curious
to know about me and
they keep trying to reach out to me.
But I'm sorry they can't
because when I can't solve
my own problems
how would they can?
I do want to pour out myself
but not with my foolish behavior.
Which might push people away
so, I'd rather accept my fate and move on.
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My Poetry Collection
PoetryMy favorite pass time. I now have many of my own. Let me show you what real poetry means as you flip through the pages. So why not take a chance??? P.S: I can't believe this is blew up in just one day, but thank you for the love! (Duh, I still don't...
