You don't know how dark it is,
In this little room,
You locked me in,
With no windows
Or air to breathe in
I feel suffocated in this little room.
Day and night
Will flash by
Like the currents
Of a river of sand
Yet this little room
Will keep in place
And you still lock me in
For I stain your world
He opens the doors
Doesn't he?
To this little room
How he saw it
What a wonder indeed
For you've hidden so carefully,
Didn't you?
I fear to see outside
I don't remember the warmth of light
Or the sting of the rays of the sun
So my skin is not tanned
Its pale and sickly shade
Is not something I'm proud off
But you can't blame my naivety
All I know is this little room
That has become my life.
YOU ARE READING
To The Introverts
PoetryAt the unforgiving eyes of the world, I lay here with a pen in hand, To write about the secrets I keep, The untold stories of an introvert.
