I’m weird. I’m boring. Weioring.
I’m shy. I’m dumb. Shumb.
I can't talk. To people I know and people I don’t know.
I used to do well with strangers. Now I’m losing touch.
Sometimes I can't think of a single thing to say.
Something I just make excuses for myself
I'm more of a writer than a speaker, I say.
And when I’m supposed to write… I have no excuses to make?
I stand alone most of the time. I rarely feel left out.
But I get the feeling people wouldn’t understand that it’s my choice to stay away.
I'm not really scared of saying something wrong.
But I often think I’d be ruining the moment.
I hate it when people don’t dissect me.
I hate it when people go overboard with the analysis.
I’d do so well without people.
I’m afraid this is the wrong time.
posted by J @ 7:27 pm
Comments: 4
4 Comments:
seems like e'body's going through a writer's block...
first maddy, then u, & some more...
now isn't the time...hmmm...
And then the self splits two ways.
One erratic, the other composed.
People will be just people, always.
It's always the right time, to stay away and closed.
I agree on all the above..and i have to tell you... I like you the way you are:) Take care you!!
12I'm more of a writer than a speaker
I am too..
I often wonder why we slowly become silent... just spectators to ourselves too.. maybe its just growing up... but there is also some connection to Meloncholic Solitude that we crave..
and body language..hmmm... lets see..I am useless with advice.
cheersz
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