It makes me sound ungrateful,
Believe me I know
But sometimes
I hate the gifts I'm born with
For they make me understand less
The workings of society
YOU ARE READING
To The Introverts
PoetryAt the unforgiving eyes of the world, I lay here with a pen in hand, To write about the secrets I keep, The untold stories of an introvert.
Gifted
It makes me sound ungrateful,
Believe me I know
But sometimes
I hate the gifts I'm born with
For they make me understand less
The workings of society
