I am supposed to be a writer
Never running out of words but lately that's not the case
Normally I tell more stories to my paper than my lips can express
So I hide away in ripping pages and fading ink
Surrounded by untold stories and forsaken memories
So here I'll say it straight this time....
I feel suffocated when surrounded by people
I am a loner who hates being alone
Praises make me insecure
Tell me your story and I will tell you mine
Then we can compare...