Monday, 1 August 2016

Diary of a shy person

Sometimes I feel like the world is my bedroom
a place where I'm secluded and independent
and I'm lying on the floor immersing myself 
in books, observing the lives of others

Sometimes I want to speak but the words
just will not come out. Like there is a barrier
at the end of my throat announcing MAINTENANCE WORK 
BUILDING A COOLER PERSON and my words
aren't cool enough to go through

Sometimes I feel like air, always there
yet never taken note of, being seen right through
and I think: talk to me and I will talk to you too
get to know me and I could be fun too

Sometimes I feel like whatever, this is life
I've been in this position before and repeat
maybe I am just boring therefore what can I do?
so I stay in my room, awaiting
a
knock
atthe
door

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