Looking at you from the outside,
Wish that the walls were made of brick
And not crystal clear glass.
Atleast maybe that way,
I couldn't see what I was missing out on.
You won't open the door and let me in,
But if I shatter the glass it feels like breaking in.
Oh how badly I wish to be inside
Sipping beer around the fire, having a blast with my friends,
Isn't that what normal college kids did, again?
I'm scared I'll look back and have no memories,
No impromptu road trips,
Or crazy dinner stories to tell my kids.
Maybe some people aren't destined for this:
The large group, the hundred inside jokes,
People to always hang out with.
Yes, I know a lot of it's fake,
Mentally exhausting, with several outtakes.
But often I think,
Maybe it's worth giving up on my very morals,
To be a part of this clique?
On occasions when I've been invited in,
Oh how desperately I tried to be charismatic.
Sold my soul to the devil and
Do you know how hard it is?
An extrovert trapped in an introvert's cocoon:
Forced to never come out by,
All the uncomfortable situations she's always put in.
But atleast I have You,
And maybe our 'squad house' isn't as big.
Not as shiny and exquisitely rich.
But atleast it's warm and safe and homely.
And guess what? If someone knocks at ours,
We'll always be sure to let them in!
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Unfinished Paintings
ŞiirA collection of my prose, poetry and epiphanies over the past couple of years. I've always loved writing and composing, but I'd never assumed anything I wrote was worth being read by anyone but myself. Writing has always been a way for my mind to co...
