A truth, not the truth

May 19, 2014

I have this feeling inside,

It's there, that I can't deny,

I feel so confused,

I also feel used,

But worst of all I feel hurt,

Like I've been buried six feet into the dirt,

So I have a therapist? No,

Do I have any true friends? None that I know,

As a result I'm antisocial,

I try not to be colonial,

No instead I'm a goth,

I spend my days writing and listening to rock,

Although what people don't know is I enjoy who I am,

Even though I'm not my own friend.

So just leave me be.

And I'll waste away in the ocean, the sea.

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