I don't have a friend to call my own,
and perhaps this is a flaw of mine.
To kick them out way before
they even think to go in.
Fearless and independent, is what I believe I am,
and I am what I think I am,
however, I am also what i deny myself to be,
and that being just a tad bit lonely.
Lonely, or alone, I still can't quite decide,
but my effervescent spirit, begs to differ,
she enjoys my company and so does my shadow,
I'm but a pill not many will swallow.
So until I can find other hard-headed pills,
I will be contented living in this reality,
sipping tea or coffee, depending on my mood,
thinking of words to praise this inner anguish.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
I don't have a friend to call my own,
and perhaps this is a flaw of mine.
To kick them out way before
they even think to go in.
Fearless and independent, is what I believe I am,
and I am what I think I am,
however, I am also what i deny myself to be,
and that being just a tad bit lonely.
Lonely, or alone, I still can't quite decide,
but my effervescent spirit, begs to differ,
she enjoys my company and so does my shadow,
I'm but a pill not many will swallow.
So until I can find other hard-headed pills,
I will be contented living in this reality,
sipping tea or coffee, depending on my mood,
thinking of words to praise this inner anguish.
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