What does being social mean to you?
Writing in your book, typing on your phone
Tearing all the pages, wishing you were unborn
Only the stars know the answer
To what being social is
For these long days and long nights pass
I'll know every time I walk into class
Why must it matter, to be social?
I guess it's just important to be important
Isn't that weird?
Yes
I don't want to sound like I'm ranting
For now, let's sit down and talk
The few people in my true circle
They know it, tick tock
In a matter of fact, I'm not anti-social
I'm anti bullshit.
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Bittersweet
Poetry• "the truth is bittersweet, let the sky fall" • "i stare at the walls, they come crumbling down. the daylight ceases, It breaks my heart" • "BITTERSWEET" (2018) • Through hard times and happiness, these poems illuminate the ideas of hardship and f...
