I've bled into tissues of muffled sound
Hidden under the covers
So my heartwreck wouldn't be found
I tried to lose all the pain
But only brought so much more
They tried to get me out
But I only smile behind closed doors
Please understand
Such introverts
cannot live on such a burning continent
Please understand while you love fire
we love the cold
Yes we would rather be alone
Do not involve us in your crowds
Do not make us sing along or shout
We are the "loners" in our own cages
But we belong
We're happy here
Do not dusturb
this version of reality
Do not disturb
Let us live in our fantasy
Being volcanoes, though
We keep quiet
and you believe we're weak
But when we explode
The results are violent.
YOU ARE READING
Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
