Misanthrope or not
A chesnut or wallflower
It doesn't matter now
For It's I who dislike them
I don't want to hear
Those stupid things
Them fools have to say
I don't like groups
I rather loneliness
Than ignorance or vague speech
I shall do as I preach
I hide my hate on solitude
I try not to be express
Whichever fear lies on my soul
I try to repress shame or pain
Nobody has to know
Just me and my words
I don't like them
I really don't
I hate peeps that much it's true
Just a very few
Not most of them, no
True or not
I love being alone
I have no fear
On not having words over stupid topics
I really don't care
Words are useless sometimes
Speak only when told
Talk when you need to
Never stop thinking nor judging
For it's important to know
Stuff and facts too
Bitch or alchimiste
Never to be truthfully open
Fuck off silly thoughts
Of strangers and sometimes
my very own
