The Tired Writings of a Shy Optimist // Poetry

Part 4 - Friendships

I'm starting to feel
like i'm losing all my friends.
On this Saturday night, like many others, I sit alone in my bedroom
glancing at the setting sun,
and hoping for adventure in my mundane life.
I used to say that I wanted action - I wanted a hurricane to stir things up
but now I realize that I'm the hurricane
and wherever I go,
I leave a mess behind,
and the few that chase me,
eventually leave and abandon me.
They go on,
go home,
and edit the footage -
and call me a monster.
But if I am a hurricane,
when will I fade away?
Will I only become a fragment of what I used to be?
I'd rather fade away,
and be alone,
if it means that I can stay true to myself.