Just rudimentary poetry

I was sitting in solitude
lacking my attitude
forget past, decided to move on
I know I am desperate because I am alone

but at least not with those
who are actually gross
busy in showing off, busy in gathering their popularity
but I am amuse they don't have creativity

I am feeling shy to say
but my choices are different, I think love exist in fifty shades of grey
I make choices out of box
breaking all rules and opening all locks

I hate watching girls busy with boys
screaming aloud making noise
beautiful and snazzy
over confident make them crazy

I look stupid when they come before me
I get busy in finding plea
then I put my head down
I think I am not a clown

I am not stupid , I am not insane
I am filled with quietness and pain
I don't have to change
I admit I am strange

at least now I am satisfy
that is where I lie
feeling quite and filled with charm
I can't beat any storm

having a smile on my face
I will step another pace