I don't always know what to say
It wraps around my brain
I don't know what to say
If I could get a dictionary of things people like to talk about
Maybe more people would like me
Maybe I'd just sit in my room
Reading like I do now
People who just talk
And others listen to them
I wish they would write a book
For those of us that don't understand
But they can't
They're too busy and talkative
To want to write
I wonder if other people realize how hard it is for me and many others
To just hold a conversation
Isn't that why no one listens
It's because they know I'm leading to nowhere
I wonder if I was banished to this because I'm a bad person or if it's because I'm to kindhearted to not say sorry or is it because life is unfair and social constructs are made by the popular and I'm not popular
YOU ARE READING
Bent trash
PoetryI know I know "more poetry" you might be groaning. But hey I know no one likes it this is for me and Einstein said "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." So let's be a bit insane shall we
