I guess I don't feel much of anything at times
Like a ghost fading away in the background
Only regret and guilt is left
I relate to children screaming in public places
Wish I had the confidence to let out my regrets
"If you had one item to represent you, what would it be?"
I have no idea
I change my perceptive of self so much it's hard to choose one thing
Maybe it'd be my bed
That's where I spend most of my life anyway
Mom says I think too much
That's true
But being a hermit, what else can I do?
I'm not lonely
I just isolate myself because it's comfortable
I don't like others
Why would I?
Nobody else seems to like me either
Being alone is soothing
Comforting
Safe
I never want to leave my room
No one can judge me here
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Random poems I wrote
PoetryJournaling is boring to me, so when I feel strong emotions I write poems. These are some of my more recent poems I've written over the years, hope you like them!
