I wish I wasn'y sensitive.
Not too much,
Just to care a little
Like they do,
It drives me insane.
That I just can't walk away
Without saying:
'Sorry or Excuse me'
It's hard but I don't like it.
I love it.
Even if it's seems like that..
I'll be like this to just have
The world and soul,
T-To be sane for a minute.
For not be 'me'.
YOU ARE READING
My Own Kind Of Poetry
Poetrywords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
