I don't want to talk to anyone,
Solitary is my kind of fun.
When you see me scowling in a New York coffee house,
Please know I'm not rude, I just don't have the energy for you, that's what I'm about.
I'm a weird one,
I have my friends, yet I don't feel connected to anyone.
I want to find people like me, who enjoy their moments of feeling a little lonely,
We could make a group, one only we could trust,
It could be our antisocial social club.
I don't want you to get to know me,
I am an island, don't swim too closely.
Every time I feel a connection start to strengthen,
I panic, and I start forgetting,
Forgetting why I even cared to begin with,
I want to be alone, maybe I'm a hypocrite.
All I want is me, and my antisocial social club,
Like minded people are far better than love.
"He's a cold hearted snake,
Don't look into his eyes".
I hope you know that's lies.
Maybe I come off a little shy,
That's just my personality.
I'm a timid, normal guy.
Once you break down my protective barriers,
I can be so amazing, I could build you towers.
Come a little closer,
I promise you, I'm a massive loser,
A loser in life, with absolutely nothing going right.
I am a member of the dead poet's society,
I fall down a rabbit hole of poetry.
That's why I feel so comfortable with my antisocial social club,
There's no one here I can't trust,
Because I control the voices in my head,
And I get to choose what they hope to have said.
YOU ARE READING
Coming of Age
Poetry"Red fades into an intensity I once felt, Orange starts to appear, a magenta sunset. There's white and some silver shining on my skin, A wonderful twist of fate, a victorious win". A poetry collection all about growing up, change, happiness and l...
