During afternoon class,
I'm waiting for the time to pass.
I'm the last to introduce,
And I've been roast.
I told them my only talent,
It is making portraits,
They are impatient
Because I remain silent,
They told me to sing,
I smiled and say it wasn't my thing.
I turn off my cam
To hide my habit of biting my thumb.
I feel so embarrass to be shy
They thought it was a lie
But I really can't perform
I guess I'm a boring person.
Small things give me anxiety,
I feel numb to be part of this is society.
Introverting isn't depression
It's a great season.
YOU ARE READING
Restless
PoetryIm a girl, who's having a hard time getting a good night sleep. I tried to write poem,made sketches and paintings. It's more like a journal/ diary to me. I really want to rest but I also enjoy being restless. Please comment for suggestions or correc...
