Pastimes

I haven't posted a poem in ages. At least it feels like ages. So this is something I threw together just a week ago. I went through a huge withdrawal period where even just the slightest contact with another human was torturous effort for me.
Hope you enjoy, and don't take offence :)

in any shape or form

they don't interest me

from the moment we are born

we can never be free

we slip up        just slightly

and they judge what they see

and to put it quite lightly

they seldom agree

 

inside i am bruised

lost                   and torn

lost                   confused

when i see their true form

from the moment theyre born

they dont interest me

The End

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