Not the kind I usually write, but what the heck! Its worth having variety in life

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I don't like the groups,
I don't like the crowd,
Claimed wish to live alone
Too looks like a fraud.

Suffering of words there,
Anxiety of loneliness here,
I want to be heard but
Topics to talk on are rare.

Inanimate things to see
Do not seem to interest me
What I need right now
Is a silent Human Company

Categories: Own-Poetry