I am anti-social,
I choke at social gatherings,
My breath feels nothing more than lies ,
The lies when people's words,
Sublime into air.
While everyone brags about,
The last time the Sapiens
Had a good time,
I comfortablly drift off,
Into my little Pluto,
Of words, poetry and music.
I am there,
Yet I am not there.
People think I'm a snob,
The Sapiens think I'm lazy,
But what do they know,
The happiness in solitude.
I am anti social,
And the last thing,
I could care about,
Is You.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
I am anti-social,
I choke at social gatherings,
My breath feels nothing more than lies ,
The lies when people's words,
Sublime into air.
While everyone brags about,
The last time the Sapiens
Had a good time,
I comfortablly drift off,
Into my little Pluto,
Of words, poetry and music.
I am there,
Yet I am not there.
People think I'm a snob,
The Sapiens think I'm lazy,
But what do they know,
The happiness in solitude.
I am anti social,
And the last thing,
I could care about,
Is You.
Sigh 1:30 am is an odd time to be alive.
