I don't need anyone,
They'll just slow me down,
No, this isn't much fun,
I'm running around town.
People call me crazy,
But I don't care,
Atleast I'm not lazy,
I know I'm rare.
My tears mean nothing,
Because as I am thinking,
Why the world is rushing,
I am shrinking.
I feel so tiny,
I am so alone,
I don't want to be whiny,
But I'm near the death zone.
YOU ARE READING
Expressing Me
Thơ caThis was my first collection of poems written when I was younger.