We Exist

I don't know which type I am. The A
type which is always ready to for an
adventure, would want to talk on the 
phone and not really on the message 
Or the B type, the one who really lie low, 
loves to be left alone with their
thoughts, just need a book and coffee. 
I don't know which type I am. I am the
one who wants to be there, always, 
with my friends, having fun and seeking
adventure but not always, I carry my 
favorite book to my favorite places
alone and in that quest, I start feeling
lonely, the kind of lonely that comes 
when you're surrounded by people. I
don't know which type I am, I think 
these types were created by us to make 
the people conform to the set principles
and to understand ourselves the way 
we perceive everyone else, ordinary and
vanilla. So, I don't know which type I am. 
I am the type who gets a bout of *****
only sometimes. The kind of courage that
forces me to download a dating app but 
doesn't help in actually going out and 
meeting people. The type that enables 
my every act of sneering insolence and 
makes me believe that I am a product
of these baseless by-laws, and I'm ought 
to be like this and act like this. I don't 
know which type I am, but I know that
I am not what the world wants me to be.
We exist.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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