Mar 19, 2010 20:30
I'm called an asocial
and I'm grateful to be one.
I can't stand to be among them,
but I understand what it is
that goes through their minds.
All the pain they wanna give.
I see it all, even when they don't.
I can see their real soul
and wish I never tried to.
poetry,
art
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