Last updated on August 18, 2020
Maybe it’s true
I’m weird after view.
Prefers solace
Crowds give me haemorrhage.
Too simple to remember.
Too easy to gamble.
Trust became issue
Friendship hassle
I never brew.
Internet connections
are dead end too.
Maybe I don’t know how to?
Smile never reaches eyes,
Laugh as hollows as inside.
Maybe it’s a sign
To define
Myself again.
With unsaid words and
Lost vigour.
A new slate to paint
With confidence and
More self love.
Maybe it’s true
I’m weird after view.
A new classic
In world full of birds eye view.
note: we all sometimes faces social awkwardness or prefer being ourselves rather than being social. sometimes we do long a company or simple conversation with others and we feel stuck. this poetry is all about the not knowing how?. I hope you all loved the poetry.; i humbly request to follow my blog for more to come.
Magical words, it was an absolute pleasure to go through your post!
Thank u