Summer Dawn Pond
Introvert - Poem by Summer Dawn Pond
As time goes by
I hear the trees creaking old with age
And I think to myself
Am I on a shelf?
Or locked away in a cage?
Am I causing it all,
Or causing just some?
Is my pain by fault of my own?
Then someone opens their mouth,
And things go south,
And then I go on home.
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