Gradually recoiling deep within the crevices,
isolated from human influences.
What were once friends becoming complete strangers
How I hate myself for the shell that I can't break
and how I blame them for my sulking hate.
The only pleasures and joys are hiding inside
and talking to more strangers I call friends.
The only person more compatible is the sister
when we would talk together, laugh together, joke together.
The fury building inside as a small lit fire
of the annoyance growing and tension rising.
A small creature like me harboring all bad gossip friends and family alike mouth off to.
Slowly, I feel the darkness seeping into the very depths of my soul.
And soon, I will come to hate more.
What does a creature like me have a role for in life?
Completely nothing.
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Poetic Stuff?
PoetryThis may be laughable, but whatever. I just want to express how I feel from these things, and they're not supposed to rhyme...just saying. And I might mix it in with some quotes of my own. But if you've seen some quotes from here that you've seen so...
