His name was John
He never liked to have fun
He preferred to do things in the dark
Always avoided the morning sun...
He would always come early for classes
Dressed up with normal clothes and geeky glasses
All because he really hated anyone's attention
And he wanted to avoid people taking glances...
He had no friends and had no company
Never attended parties and was rated Zero Socially
He lived in an apartment of really low class
A place of seclusion and no form of publicity...
He walked about the street with his head faced down...
He was so unknown no one knew he was in town
He kept his life low-key and his profile hidden
And anyone that approached him was given a repelling frown...
But he really loved to Write, he was best friends with his pen
He loved his conversations with it that he even named it Ben
When he got home at night he poured out his mind
Those were his best times, times with Ben at 10...
Then one day his ink finally ran out because it had reached its peak
He was really sad because no other pen could beat Ben's streak
He missed old times with Ben and he mourned for days
This is the short story of an Introverted Freak...
So finally, the long awaited Poem...I'm sorry for spending so much time guys...I couldn't find some, or rather, most of my files... Well, now its here! So enjoy.
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PoetryA collection of my poems. We all need a little poetry sometimes, I hope you get satisfied on here... Endeavor to tap the star when your done reading and drop comments. Thank you. Updates will occur frequently, and just like my book, it would be ever...
