Introvert.
I like being alone.
I'm so afraid of people
Like they are so full
Of hurtful desires and passion
To my beautiful soul.
Badass.
I became like this
Not because of myself
But it is about the people
Who abused me and left.
Now, who is the badass here?
Did you even ask if I'm okay?
I guess not because all you can see is the present me
But still, you don't know me.
Insecure.
I am once a confident person
But a stab at my back made me a different one.
People are asking why I became like this
But what they don't know if they made me this.
I can't tell what's wrong with my body or my personality
But all I know is it is ugly.
Don't even asked why I think that way
Unless you want me to tell how you badmouthed me like I'm prey.
You.
You don't know us
Yet you are saying a lot of things to us.
Make yourself a good one
But are you really one?
Make yourself comfortable in a see of people
But do you think they are all true?
Speaking of being a hypocrite,
Can't you see that you are already a creep?
You're actually making people a monster
Yet, you are the real monster.
You have the longest stanza,
Don't you think?
Because you have the biggest problem in all of them.
Make yourself comfortable as long as you want
But don't expect a good world to live in.
Good luck with living your life.
You don't know this but you are ending your life.