I could never figure out
What was wrong with me
Why wherever I went
No one could see
That there was a person inside
Who had traits other than quiet
Who was sweet, kind, and funny
With enough loyalty to start a riot
No matter what I do
Or how close I get
I suppose not even my friends
Will understand what I meant
When I said things too deep
Or even out of thin air
They don't get the mind inside
I might as well not even share
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
I could never figure out
What was wrong with me
Why wherever I went
No one could see
That there was a person inside
Who had traits other than quiet
Who was sweet, kind, and funny
With enough loyalty to start a riot
No matter what I do
Or how close I get
I suppose not even my friends
Will understand what I meant
When I said things too deep
Or even out of thin air
They don't get the mind inside
I might as well not even share
Another early poem
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