Sad teens are walking.
They rebel, they're prodigal.
They're sitting in the dark.
Insects sucking their skins off, snippy blood.
You are not dead.
But I am not sure if you're alive either.
YOU ARE READING
Diary of an Introvert
PoetrySecond book of the The Dorks Are Shining. A poetry and some random thoughts filed to create a meaningful reflection of what society really is and how does life work.
