The Loner
I live on my amoniac sack, alone And felt my mother’s love, alone I cried and cried about someone, alone And fell into my darkest place of my heart, alone I laugh on my own fault, alone And I smiled for my ownself Nobody could seperate my soul with another spirit, And my spirit couldn’t living without my soul Then when I tell 2 boys about this poetry, This living song This suffocated gasp of me, The first boy will say this is an empty howling poetry And another boy will laugh as hard as he could But, whatever. I wouldn’t think over about it. I am the loner. Why would I over think about somebody’s speech abaout me? I won’t suffering without them, anyway.