A shadow on the wall
A ghost amongst the crowd
It seems like everyone else wants the crown and I only want the isolation
I just want my fix of loneliness
Just get away from me, yet stay here
My social life a Bipolar compass
Spin the wheel of anxiety and see where we land today
Ropes pulling on my switches like no tomorrow
I want love but I just want to be in a hole
My libido a thermometer in a Michigan springtime
Blacking out the sun becomes so boring and painful
But pulling back the curtains is a nightmare so constant
I want to be the Fly, yet I want to be the light to moths
Ego and deprecation a ever switching output
Goddamn is this all tiring
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a quick self-view on my introverted and anxious personality. I wonder if anyone will get the Michigan Spring season line
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Of course this is all goddamn Tiring.
U are an Alphard...
Looked up what that meant and Thanks! And it is very very tiring...
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