Numb Inside
Who am I ?
In the corner of this dark box,
Observing the souls of ones that are fake,
I pity them,
I stand alone, an outkast,a lone ranger
Undefined by social network.
Damned by the plastic who dare to judge me,
Numb in my box,I know who I am
Me,My core is frozen by the sheets of ridicule.
I stand independent on my beliefs
The world is cold , people are not who they say they are.
I am numb but real.
Copyright © Shivanee Tinkerbelle | Year Posted 2011
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