Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I am often asked, what's my inspiration to write?
I smile and say, anything yet everything.
My verses are not always for anyone,
They are my forgotten feelings, my silent shouts.
I am not oblivious, no, I observe,
The lavish lies, the terrible truths.
I am not quiet, I'm thinking,
Maybe of foolish fantasies, or the ruthless realities.
These mute mentations take the form of poetry,
Sometimes they rhyme, sometimes they don't.
YOU ARE READING
Rambling of an Introvert
Poetry20 PO || You realize the time when you have a screaming fight with your mom or the time when you got silent treatment from the one you talked the most or the time when you're being ignored by the person you wanted to care the most, or sometimes when...
