Only Child
I'm an only child and introvert
Im capricious and I'm easily hurt
It's easy for me to dissipate
I alienate and I isolate
I gravitate to the inurbane
They seem to be only ones sane
Although their transitory and indignant
And sometimes downright malignant
As a child I was used as a scapegoat
But I was perspicuous enough to take note
If you call me crafty, you flatter me
You can call me nasty, it doesn't matter to me
August 31, 2016
Copyright © Tanis Troutman | Year Posted 2016
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