It's interesting being alone...
watching, observing...
like some organic stone...
I'm just being myself...
quiet, tranquil, timid, empty me...
Sure, everyone's doing "their thing..."
I, do "my thing..."
They do "their thing..."
I could roll into the crowd...
but I'd rather behold...
endure on what is left in this...
this, extreme solidified world...
and still, stand alone...
djr
I'm really sorry that I messed this poem up for you. I did not do it intentionally, but either way it still turned out good, the way your other poems have turned out. The way you described yourself in the poem is exactly how you are, but why do I think that you're holding back.... well, I guess some things aren't meant to be answered. Very good poem, I like it. It's quite fine just being your own person. I like it.
Melissa Marina Flores