The Anomaly of R
I’m frigid, I’m deep, carelessly seeing the world go by,
I cannot mix, dwelling in my own world as people sway with the tide.
I’m deep, capable of talking when no one listens to me-
I converse with myself since I have no friends free. I live by my own terms, not dictated by common norms
I find pleasure where most would rather not storm.
Imaginary, prancing my fingers on tricksy volume of air,
I derive my solitude and solace from unrealistic affairs.
Bipolar one shouts, schizophrenic the other-
The real world is a world apart which only brings despair.