Built Wrong.
With full heads and empty hearts.
I hate that the more I get to know people the less about them I tend to like,
I don't know when I became so misanthropic,
I sit and stare at an empty wall and feel it's plight.
A place where all time subsides.
Mt mind is racing, a billion jolts fired at every topic inside.
It freezes me in a place where there's nowhere else to go,
Where everything loses focus and all I feel is myself.
I look in mirrors, I see myself on screens,
All I feel is what I see, and what I see is nothing.
Surely, this can't be how it feels for everyone, right?
I can change this and be like the people who smile and aren't so uptight?
I hope it is, but I know better than to be such an optimist.
In my best times this emptiness was still brewing waiting for the next time it took control of the ride.
I think there's something wrong with me.
About the Creator
Tommy Ballard
I'm a professional writer, a poet, a digital artist and an amateur musician. In my free time, I can often be found pondering magnets, breaking and entering random homes to steal locks of human hair and throwing car batteries into the ocean.
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I hope you're okay.🫶
Maybe you just need a sabbatical away from people....introverts often do (speaking from experience.)