I'm a stranger,
I'm so lost in the things I do,
I'm not an angel,
Yet you treat me
Like I can do now wrong,
I'm a sinner,
I'm no believer,
I'm celebrating all the deaths I've caused
It shakes
and it spits you,
The anger that it brings you,
The second you feel alone,
I'm no avenger,
I'm just a stranger to you
I'm so anxious,
I'm so scared by these things I feel,
I'm not a keeper,
Yet you trap me still with the smiles you breed.
I'm a sadist,
I feel joyed from the pain you feel,
my past is tainted,
Yet you drown me in a light so pure,
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.
