Intrasigent Person Poem by Laura arwen

Intrasigent Person



Sometimes I want
to be a
perfect person with
a perfect life
She feels irascible
and irrational
I feel inflexible
on some activities
Sometimes it's tiring
to be an
intransigent person
I don't tolerate
the confusion
It's difficult to
pretend too much
from myself
I hate to
be in competition
with myself only
for satisfying the
world power
I'm a bit
happy when I
have control on
something
I don't belong
to the shiny
world
I hate creating
mess
I want to
scream loud all
my desperation
I'm very insecure
and insane
I want to
have an intense
intelligence
Most of the
time I'm intolerant
of people
I want to
be irresistible and
irreplaceable
Sometimes I feel
intoxicated by technology
and imaginary pressure
I can't repress
my fantasy
My happiness is
my loneliness
I'm proud to
have cleaning skills

Saturday, August 31, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: me,myself,person
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