The more people I meet, the less I want to leave the house
The more I think the more I wish I was just a mouse
The more people there are around, the more alone I feel
The more I think about it, the more I reinvent the wheel.
Asking me what's wrong, you should learn to let it be
I say sorry to my friends all the time because they're stuck with me.
Because everyone's got troubles, but I'm living my own,
Wishing I could look up the solution on my phone
And sure, everyone's got troubles, I'm not special
But things get rough when the only friend you've got is a pencil.
Wading through life without a destination
Living through life with constant aggravation
I've been thinking, that's contemplation
I feel like I am my own nation.
And let me tell you, the leader's got xenophobia
But I'm not gaining any land, I'm no Zenobia.
Shifting through the fog whispering to myself "if only,"
But I shut people out if they ask, I act phoney, like I'm not missing a thing
But if loneliness was here, I might as well give it a ring.
Because everyone's got troubles, but I'm living my own,
Wishing I could look up the solution on my phone
And sure, everyone's got troubles, I'm not special
But things get rough when the only friend you've got is a pencil.
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly, Me.
Poetry" I can lie just like they tell me, or I can break this crazy spell/ I can fake my way to heaven, or take my sorry ass to hell, " -Yours Truly, Me.
