I am shy by nature,

But also secretly forward

I hardly smile

Because of my shy nature

Some see me as boring

While some see me as a freak

Which is why I am always lonely.

And I love every single moment of solitude

But sometimes it gets too lonely

Way too lonely.

But again, I find warmth in books

I don’t understand how I feel in love,

with a lifeless thing

Maybe I am no longer sane

Or just sane enough to be insane