I love silence
I love being alone
I love doing things on my own
I feel uncomfortable with them
I can't make sense.
I prefer to be with myself,
I can do all I want.
I don't have to ask them,
Is these fine? Would this be enough?
I hate depending to others,
Especially, if all I can hear
Were pure negative judgement.
I don't how to defend myself,
I can't stand tall,
Defending for my right.
I always end up
Hiding in my futile shell.
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Blood In Our Veins
PoetryA collection of unorganized thoughts that turns out to be an unorganized piece which I don't know what to call. Everything is simply based on how I feel and how I see things in a random circumstance. As you go along with the compilations of my so-ca...
