Outside The Box
Society, people, loner, outside, introvert, the crowd, scars, stories, journey
Sometimes I need to deafen myself to the crowd,
From the screaming... so loud.
To take cover from the tornado of fake voices
And selfish choices.
I walk outside looking in,
Contemplating where I’ve been.
I wonder how people get to be who they are,
There must be a story in every scar. ~c.l.l./Fatima Amal (2016)
A poem for the introvert.
