
I think I’m getting older
My soul is turning cold
I’m even getting bitter
Aggressive, so I’m told
.
I’ve learned to turn a blind eye
To people on the street
I’m getting like the rest now
The ones I used to hate
.
I think that could be why
I’m scared to death
.
I don’t bother with my friends now
I wait for them to call
I mix with shallow people
I hardly know at all
.
Charity begins at home
And no-one lives with me
I only think about myself
I don’t get hurt that way
.
I think that could be why
I’m scared to death
About the Creator
Matthew Batham
My stories have been published in numerous magazines and on websites in both the UK and the US. My novels and short story collection, Terrifying Tales to Read on a Dark Night, are available on Amazon. I also love horror movies.
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